A night walk. A toast to the end of the week.
One of my favorite moments: just as I was trying to figure out how to get a photo of the communal piano on the corner that was in a little too much darkness for my camera, someone turned on a motorcycle engine one parking spot away, and for a few seconds the light was perfect. Snap!
Mystery, and a sense of both celebration and quiet as people rolled into the beginning of a weekend. Surprises emerging from the shadows that had disappeared in sunlight. Things I had walked right by in the middle of the day shone solemnly, broadly holding down the neighborhood as other things dissipated, closed down, tucked in the covers and said goodnight.
mapping the terrain 
A motorcyclist to the rescue — again! Love the strange images you noticed and captured.
Yes! I’m loving those motorcyclists! They’re good folk. :)