These are the After Hours. Pay attention. Notice the switch that turned off the stars and catapulted that governing light of night. Clear drafts greet your lungs cold. You’re spying through a collection of impressions stretched in uneven shadows while ambiance plays on your minds eye.
And coffees nearby. Always.
For Dennis. Thanks.
First flash I’ve captured. Loud claps and stuffy air. Staticky power lines, with echoes booming between boxcars. I was pretty fortunate, better yet privileged, in dodging a wall of showers nearby.
This was what I saw it before it saw me. Sure, timing plays a role. But it’s the knowing with doses of confidence, and those ingredients coupled with the elements made me a very happy guy. My first real thought, “Only if this was the farm truck. Zane would love it.”
When my shutter opened, I turned my head. A bright flash brought me back around. I was going to delete it, but decided against.
Moving the frame in time for flash and crack against humidity.
This wasn’t entirely planned. It’s a little fuzzy, however I kept it.
Totally went that route. B&W. This was also a toss up.
All terrain. There’s tire marks on this sculpture. Wide tire marks. Like, you know, from a mountain bike. I’d love to see what they’re doing off of this. And it used to be BMX.
Circuit Rider strolls by during a balmy yet beautiful May first.