As a custom, my camera usually doesn't accompany me when I travel to a restroom, but on this day it did. I was alone, waiting to pick up Elenka, and found myself in Coffee By Design on Congress Street. Now usually, java and I don't have a clandestine meeting mid-afternoon these days, but there was time to kill and daily and some weekly papers to get caught up on. It's a grievous sin I enjoy taking in when I'm able. After about 30 minutes or so, a glance at my timepiece indicated I must be on my way. I needed to use the facilities though, so I threw my backpack over my shoulder, got the key from the barista and headed in. I must be perfectly honest at this point. This was not the first time I have photographed a bathroom and posted images of them. I have caught pictures of the Press Herald on a rusted restroom floor, flashed urinals and have even documented the smallest mens' room in the city. However, this morning is the first time I'm coming clean. That was a bad pun, but I digress. So here we see some 3 PM sun waning its way through a oblong, frosted window. Believe it or not, the dappled rays were wonderfully lighting the small room. Photographs are where you find them. Sometimes, it's a dirty job. My images most often are not triggered by setups or meticulous timing. I see it. There it is. It's my world. Bang!