I probably should have saved yesterday’s firefighter photo for March 31, because how do you follow that?
Minimally, that’s how.
In this case with a photo I took at night in Union Square. The building whose brick looks red in the reflection of the neon is actually white. I like that darkness obscures the windows on the right side of the frame.
I like the glow of neon on brick.
This strikes me as an everyman’s photo, somehow. We’ve all (?) eaten at diners and drunk coffee or had a beer in a bar, and if we haven’t it is still part of our cultural identity, through movies and stories told by our friends.
It could be any cafe late at night, in almost any town.
This one just happens to be here.