My night views

James Robie Painting and Fire Escape

Ever since I was little, I have had trouble falling asleep. Often times, when waiting for that drifting moment, I look around.

Everything changes at night. Colors vanish. Perspective alters. Shadows play. Many of what I see I can only view as a random form of art -- an arrangement of light and shadow. Sort of like a Man Ray on the wall -- fixed and dark outlines that headlights will stab and streak from the street below. What was a hard and dark stroke may glow and go soft for a second as a truck passes.

Sometimes the wind will alter the view. Sometimes a police helicopter and its search light. But usually a cat pops up in the foreground and then all I see are ears.

Hope depot plant gets sinister