looking · photo essay · walking

Evening Light

A little evening light. If I had to choose between evening light and morning light I’d think I’d choose the former. But by evening I have already settled in. Behavior learned from decades of going to bed early because of work. I forget now that there is nowhere I have to be the next morning and so going for a walk at dusk would be so easy and I forget how many times over the years I lamented that I could not. It’s funny the things we get use to even without our attention.

photo essay · walking

Love Is Love

Another walk around the neighborhood. I keep waiting for my neighbors to ask me why I’m taking a picture of their newspapers. The truth is I’m not really sure why, except there is something that draws me to them. Maybe it’s the way they randomly land, maybe it’s the shadows and the light (yes!), or maybe that when I was younger I wanted to be a journalist (okay maybe we’re getting somewhere here).