Having taken photos from the saddle of my bike all through the fall months, I decided to hop in my four doored counter part and set out to explore a more distant part of the city. Without a clue as to where I would end up, I turned the key and let the flow of traffic take me at its will. As I drove, the easiest route was always taken. Crowded intersections resembled exposed boulders dividing the current of water on its way down stream. After about 20 blocks I spotted a run down building, half burn to the ground, half covered in graffiti. After the flow swept me under a bridge, I took a hard right and took shore at an old cafe. I grabbed my camera, jump out out of my car and started taking photos. I touched nothing and when I felt, all was forgotten.