An unscheduled visit to the East Coast.

And again my favorite atmosphere is Retro. Minimum color this time. Something unsteady, not designated as a color. A hint of color. Imitation of color. Memories of color.
Composition decides everything. In every gesture, in every figure, there is randomness. Every spot is random. It is no coincidence that only the combination of all this is accidental.
Everything is subject to the idea of ​​chance. And the composition and color and mood of this picture. Nothing objective and specific.
Nobody was going to go anywhere, and certainly not to be photographed on the way.
This is what is called everyday life.
It turns out that she has all the art of this world.
Just try to notice it.