I spent a lot of time photographing cars in the three weeks. This one was in Key West, in the ‘hood.

“May I ask you why you’re taking pictures of that car,” a woman asked. She held the hand of a toddler who looked on blankly.

I explained that the red color of the canopy and the colors of the mural interested me, and that I hadn’t photographed the license plate. A faint wave of something less accusatory crossed her face. She looked on as I snapped a couple more pictures. When I asked if the car was hers, she replied that it belonged to her sister, adding a brief smile.

“Come on,” she sing-songed in the universal language of children, and the toddler followed her down the street.