Vincent van Gogh, letter 248
Ran 13 miles on ice/snow/slush with a fog isolating the landscape, a soft rain adding contrast, and a wind reminding me that winter is here.
I enjoyed the run, but I was looking forward to getting home so that I could get the digital camera and tripod and wander around the neighborhood.
At runs end I ate some nuts and fruit and changed into my Yak Trax. I then hit the streets, walking to the railyard as the pearl gray light began to fade. Every 20 or 30 yards I stopped to make a photograph. I was seeing better than I have in a long time. Everything was singing the song of winter, and I listened with my eyes.
When the last shards of sunlight were swallowed into the earth, the electric lamps lit a golden scene of desolate alleys and lonely streets.
Night Alley Study
I continued to photograph, setting the exposure at the maximum of 15 seconds. I got the idea to step into the picture after releasing the shutter, thus becoming a ghost-like, transparent figure in the scene. I had never done this before, and was having fun intruding on these quiet landscapes.
I had made 50-60 photographs by the time I reached home with full eyes and an empty stomach.
Mr. Bob Dylan :
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