Sunday, April 18, 2010

Night air

The wind was brisk. My jacket was warm and I didn't mind the cold air. But the metal tripod in my hand was starting to get cold, and my hand was starting to get cold so I wouldn't stay out too long.

Tenney Park

The nighttime is the right time. Places are empty. A new world of light and shadow, and even color appears. Though often the color is the ghastly orange-yellow of streetlamps.

Tenney Park

There is nobody here except me and the ducks.

Tenney Park

Sometimes it is useful to get out in the clear night air to clear your mind.

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