We fleet-feeted New Yorkers transport ourselves by moving gracefully, swiftly (alright, slowly for some of us) along the sidewalks, dashing here and there, jay-walking with aplomb. But when given the chance to drive, it might take even longer to arrive at one's destination (traffic aside) because car light is just so dappled, all at once strobing and soft and so one just might have to pull over to take some photographs of beloved new rings on the drive to the office. 

xo Leigh