“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day” (Vincent Van Gogh). So, in memory of Vincent, I remain awake in and among the urban areas where I wander with my camera, a trusted tripod, a cable release, an FLW filter, and my thoughts.
Sometimes, we head for the building in which I work:
Or, we stand at the National World War I Memorial overlooking Union Station and catch a shot of downtown Kanas City on a hot humid night.
I am not the only one to wander and ponder the sanity of it all at night. “In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race – never quite sane in the night.” (Mark Twain). Maybe that is why, in the midst of the heat advisory and the rising waters of the Missouri River, I head to the Missouri River to see about the new Kit Bond bridge:
Maybe it is not sane to seek out the top of a parking garage on a cold Christmas Eve at the Plaza, but it makes sense to me:
There are sometimes night time ironies, like a shot in Times Square of the dearly departed back when terminal euphoria was the diagnosis:
“Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep“ (Catherine O’Hara). Maybe that is why the cars passing by in Center City Philadelphia late at night seem to present ideas for my camera and me to ponder.
Or cars racing to Center City on a dark and stormy night. I am not sure who is in the cars, but they like me seem to have a purpose when others have gone off to sleep.
Eventually, night time leads to pre day break, “when men of reason go to bed.” (Ambrose Bierce). But, maybe I am not so much a man of reason, and maybe it is not time for bed, or at least not right away, until I am certain that the evening has in fact ended.
“Hello Darkness My Old Friend” – Thanks for stopping by my blog.