We had over an hour to wait, lined up alongside monstrous trucks with heat waves floating above their engines. Ahead, though, beside the loading dock, was a wharf with boats and blue water. It looked cool, so we abandoned our makeshift shade and walked down the pier.
It was cooler down there. Marginally. But the sun was glaring off the white boats and bouncing off the water. Our eyes rejected the light; so did the cameras. At least, we could wear sunglasses. And squint.
Reflections work better; the light dims.
Light patterns reflected from the water to the hull of a boat. With rope.
The gas station, detail. Too hot at the moment for music.
(Hint: look at the previous photo. No, the original is not there. It's overhead.)