On the way home one night… That’s as much of the story as I know so far. We walk through the day seeing almost nothing, but at night, when there is precious little to see, we strain to see anything at all. Here is a tree of sorts looking ferocious, or simply dramatic, illuminated by a single street light. I think the photograph is more dramatic, more ferocious than the reality. The sidewalk, the street, the houses were all quite ordinary. Just as expected. The blackness of night wasn’t quite so black, so final as the photograph makes it look. In fact, I was on my way home one night when I stopped to see if I could capture this. It was winter and cold. I got more than I bargained for. I look now and feel slightly uncomfortable.