one last shot

I've driven down this street countless times over the years. Every time I do, I see the same Ninety-Eight on the corner. It never moves.

I've tried to photograph it so many times that the neighbors yelled at me for it, but it never came out right. I never captured what kept me coming back.

As I drove to a favorite park nearby, a place of comfort in times of turmoil, I saw the sun reflecting off the car as I never had before, and maybe never will again, and I knew this had to be the shot.