I love it when photos take themselves. Or, more accurately, when I snap a photo without looking and end up with something I really like. Like this one, shot with my iPhone on a day so bright that I couldn’t see a thing on the camera monitor: the mirrored hands, black, almost fists; the long stain Steve McQueen is leaning against; the placement in the frame, the way my shadow is almost cropped out; the slight reddish color around the stencil; the flecks in the pavement . . .
I also really like Steve McQueen movies. Great Escape, anyone?