sometimes i wake in the middle of the night, i will walk around the house a bit, then open the back curtains to see what nature is doing, looking out to the back field.i am always surprised at the amount of reflected lights – house lights, street lights, as if we are uncomfortable with the …
This is my night photo to reflect on this wonderful poem Walking at Night – by Louise Gluck Now that she is old,the young men don’t approach herso the nights are free,the streets at dusk that were so dangeroushave become as safe as the meadow. By midnight, the town’s quiet.Moonlight reflects off the stone walls;on …
