I’ve returned to the homeland, back to my second-floor Somerville perch. Now to days of editing/processing the buckets of images from the far South.
This is one quick grab from one of the bigger projects. People crammed into taxis, the cliche’d old American car taxis. But hopefully the curvaceous steel serves as but a stylized frame for the riders within.
Communal taxi travel was everywhere, but everywhere there also was plenty of other goodness. So that’ll come too, eventually.
To my own bed.