At first it was the reflections in the window that caught my eye; the cafe across the street, the roadside bench, the exit sign.

Then I noticed the textures in the window itself; the misaligned frame, the scratches in the wood, the distorted panes of translucent glass, the dribbled stain of grime.

No longer was ‘Exit’ my subject.

Photo: Robert Rath, ‘Day 648, No Exit’, 1/5s f/16 ISO400 200mm