Squinting in the early morning light, I trudge from the hotel’s side door to the car’s side door: loading my overnight gear into the spot from which it came, about 12 hours earlier. We have miles to go before we sleep, as we will for several more days. Days dedicated to driving: no walking or birding or photographing.
I expect that the study of optics would improve my understanding of these oddball reflections, but I’m happy just to see them. And — since the camera is buried somewhere in the back of the car — to have a phone in my pocket.