It has been some time since I have visited my little haunt at night. The sidewalks and streets are empty at night, save for the sound of the occasional car, or horse and buggy clip clopping a block or two away. It seems I have photographed everything that has called me to this tiny town in the past, and I need to find a new muse.
Living in a rural agricultural area has its disadvantages for a person driven to photograph its scenery; it doesn’t change much, and let’s face it, after doing a full 365 and two additional failed attempts, I am fairly selfish about the time it takes to really get out and find some “new brush.” I do have some locales calling to me, but do I really want to go to an unfamiliar area alone at night, knowing that the bogey man might be just around the corner waiting to jump out? Especially at Halloween? EEEK!