Railway workshops

There is a pub, not so far from home. It has neon lights, behind the windows. And little chandeliers hanging here and there.

I walked past it a couple of nights ago, before going to dinner with Greta. It was raining. As I was shooting a car slammed on the brakes and the reflection of the stop sign crossed the chandelier.

That's all.

In fact, no.

Moving images are not my thing, it seems to me, I rarely even think of enjoying them. I watch movies, videos, but rarely take any with me and even more rarely enjoy them. It happens, but little. The films that strike me are invariably those in which photography is an important slice.

Instead, though, I'm curious about putting movement into images. I was talking about it some time ago. Although, resting my eye on the viewfinder, I made the thought that it would be nice to get the reflection of something into this photo, I didn't expect a streak of light to come in. Welcome!