I can't remember anymore how we got started on this little ritual, but for a short period of time, I used to take my son with me to the car wash on Saturday mornings, mainly, I think, to get out of the house for a bit. He seemed to enjoy being enveloped in the cascades of water and soap, I certainly did, and I would also end up taking a few snaps of the micro-drama being played out on the windshield. At the time, I thought these were fun little abstracts to make, but now I find that they trigger memories of our excursions. It's funny how that works.
