The hotel gleamed like platinum in spite all those dirty windows. She’d been fooled by flash before. It was shiny, sure. But it wasn’t clean.
I’m dipping my toes into the dark side with Freeway Noir Week — a series of monochrome shots taken out of the car window while stuck in traffic on the 110 freeway.
And no, I wasn’t driving the car — but I was just driving my family crazy as I tried to channel the spirit of Raymond Chandler.
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