At the airport.
My flight departs in an hour. As per usual I've been early and so I've had plenty of time looking through the film pictures I've taken on my trip; lots of victorian houses, views and sunshine. Pretty things.
But this one is my favorite, a double exposure. My sister in our parents garden, snow on the grown and cold in the air, and a lonely car on a San Francisco street. They're a perfect picture match.