16-12-12

I guess this one is as much about what is there as what isn't, and how the void inflicts itself on what is. What I see is, a blankness of context, with hints of events, of structure and place. And an absence of specificity. It's a peaceful night, with mostly clear skies holding onto the last rays of sunlight, and the darkness reaching up and taking a firm grip on the landscape. A single lit lamp means there's resistance, and another lamp not yet on means there may be more resistance. Or simply exemptions, places where day doesn't matter, in the purest sense. Telephone wires (do they really carry telephone wires? is there any such thing anymore?) terminate suggesting the end of the line, or the beginning, or an exception to the line requiring special treatment, perhaps. A couple of trees, but why not more? or less?

I see a bunch of crap when I take these pictures. It's almost never just a night sky, and if it were, I can take a much prettier photograph than this one, I did so tonight even. But is a pretty picture enough? Maybe. Maybe not. I don't think so, but I'm alright with people who do think it's enough.

It's the dark that I find engaging in this photo. There are questions in the dark; a potential of sorts, for something brilliant, or alluring. And the monuments, things we erect in the landscape, tributes to technology, and the 21st Century, or artifacts from the 20th, tributes to "old Gods" some might say.