As I sift through the hundreds of photos from our most recent trip, I can’t help but remember how often I mentally constructed a shot only to realize a white van sat inside the frame. Occasionally it’s grey, or less often, black, but a van is a van when it’s taking up space in front of the perfect architectural contrast of old and new that I find so striking. It’s what disrupts the vanishing point of a village lane, or an interesting streetscape. It’s the marshmallow like box of a vehicle often emblazoned with neon logos, dot coms, and slogans–all necessary, of course, if one is in need of the services provided. Who am I to suggest they shouldn’t be where they’re supposed to be, attending to clients’ needs or headed from one job to the next?
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life according to me