The moon was very low in the sky and close to the Earth tonight. I didn’t have a tripod handy while waiting in a left-turn lane, so things were a little blurry. The sky was this deep blue that gave the night a special energy.
As sometimes happens on weekends, I found myself at a party I didn’t want to go to, but decided that I had to in order to be “social”. As usual, I left at the earliest appropriate time and spent the rest of the night driving around alone and shooting photographs. When I took photography classes an age ago in high school, my teacher was a fan of urban street shots, so I saw a lot of those as examples and I suppose it’s ingrained in me now. And that’s how this shot happened.
I’ve been having a lot of late nights; rather, early mornings. I’ve been going to sleep around five in the morning lately. When I’m alone wandering at night, the world is my world, and I can see things like this moon. I love nights like tonight.
This might not have looked exactly like this in person, but this is how I saw it. I’ve failed myself, and I’ve failed others, but I’m clearer now about my surroundings since my job evaporated. Through the haze, the stupor, the aimlessness, I can see something. Thank you, universe. My path has been illuminated.
I shot this around midnight. As I drove home, the fog I drove through became impossible to resist, so I ran into my house, grabbed my tripod, and shot this photo. It’s not a midnight sun these leaves are reaching for, but streetlight seemingly suspended in the fog. Everything is so still in the middle of the night, and with the fog, isolated too.
