With the advent of cold weather, the restaurant tents came down, and Moody Street was reopened to vehicular traffic. The street once again became a linear venue, with people coming and going, but few milling about. Despite this limitation, and the imperative for social distancing, a patient photographer could still find some human interest to shoot.
The late-afternoon sun, intensely golden, woke up the muted colors of the street, discouraging any thought of black-and-white. Color was part of the story and would be so recorded. The oblique rays of winter sun lit up many from behind, adding drama to the scene.