Unless the Diamondbacks are playing, downtown Phoenix on a Saturday afternoon in the summer is like a scene from The Omega Man. Desolate. Just south of Chase Field, across the railroad tracks, you drive along street after street without seeing a soul, half expecting mutant survivors of a nuclear war to emerge from one of the alleys.
On one of those streets, I spotted this painting of Anubis, the Egyptian god charged with protecting the dead, on the door of a warehouse. Not sure I want to know what was inside that building. I took a bunch of shots and was just packing up my gear when I saw a cyclist approaching from my left.
I quickly changed the shooting mode of the camera to a higher frame rate and started shooting just as the cyclist entered the frame. He was in the shot for four frames, the last of which was this one. Serendipitously, he and Anubis had called each other that morning and decided to wear matching outfits.
