Maybe not Cartier-Bresson or Callahan, but I like it. I found the notched shadow, and waited until she stepped into the wall of light, just as the truck was lumbering up from the lower parking level. Making light of a decisive moment. The scrawled asphalt repairs and floating graphite manhole cover nestled in the intersections of bold white lines provide a rugged lyric to the stiff yellow semaphore's tense tune.
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