The things you find in your neighborhood on a Friday morning. Parked on the wrong side of the road, too far away from the curb, but those pale in comparison to what is strapped to the top and held in place by a single strap. There were child seats in the car. Two of them. I only hope the children aren’t riding in the car when it eases away from curb and over the speed hump that awaits it, about where the orange cone sits in the lower photo. Maybe the car stopped because of the speed hump. What story or scene could you make of these photos?