The Amber Lights

This beauty salon–I keep coming back to it, I suppose because it looks so lonely and stoic on its expanse of asphalt. I wanted to capture the recessed lighting in the front eaves, but about a week ago somebody turned them off. Or they burned out. Still, I like the reflections in the window.

The people in the coffee booth have seen me parking in front of this little building multiple times a week, and probably wonder what I’m up to.