There is something mysterious to me about the night; it’s blackness, stillness, coldness, and quietness. When I lived in Guadalajara, Mexico for a month, I loved going for hour long walks through the city at night. I was able to see the city in its rawest form. Lit up by its own electrical lights, it was as if she was so desperately clinging on, afraid to slip off into the abyss of the night’s black.
In nature, away from the city, the moon and stars light the sky so gently. Singing the songs of lovers and dreams.
It’s so difficult for me to capture how I see and feel the night. There is so much wonder in those hours when most are sleeping. Occasionally I like to get out and take photos of all that stillness, the electric light spots on roads leading to places unknown.
This photograph was taken in Dallas off of a small bridge on Royal Lane. After dinner I drove back out into the freezing wind and snow just to capture that scene that touched me somehow on my drive home from work earlier that evening. I parked my car away from the bridge and went walking up the icy narrow sidewalk that ran on the edge of the bridge. I took my Nikon camera out of my backpack, set up my tripod and observed. I couldn’t stop shivering as I was looking through my viewfinder, I had to get this one, I missed so many opportunities in Guadalajara; I will not miss anymore.
After my fingers became numb I went back to my car. At home I was pretty pleased with how the photos came out. It seemed to posses a touch of those qualities of the night I enjoy, like the darkness and stillness. The snow covered street added a nice peaceful touch.
Here, you see where man meets nature on a cold black night.