There’s a moment around 5:30 PM in March when the light in Madison hits the storefronts on Wall Street at exactly the right angle. Everything turns gold.
I’ve been carrying the Ricoh GR III everywhere. It fits in a jacket pocket, which means it’s always there when something catches my eye. And once you start looking at a town through a lens — any lens, camera or legal — you can’t unsee the architecture.
That restaurant on the corner? A commercial lease, a liquor license, an LLC, employment contracts for every server. The construction site across the green? Insurance bonds, OSHA compliance, subcontractor agreements stacked three deep.
Every frame has a legal story behind it. Most people walk past. I can’t.