Low-light photography practice continues. Dave graciously agreed to another ride downtown in search of night views. I was hard to please.

We drove past the bus station with its wide glass windows and illuminated columns.

And I shook my head No.

We drove past the motels along Princess Anne Street with vibrant signs that read Vacancy and Relax Inn.

And I shook my head No.

We walked sidewalks lined with café tables and strings of lights.

And I shook my head No.

We pulled up to Carl’s Frozen Custard with its neon ice cream cone sign.

And I shook my head No.

And then we stopped by the bank for a little fast cash (so Dave could head back to Carl's Frozen Custard). Across the street, the little church with the lesser steeple sat quietly calling. Nestled among residential homes, as though the neighborhood grew up around it, the church glowed as a beacon of safety. Not a place but a feeling.

And I shook my head Yes.

I’ve learned a lot about night time photography, particularly the color cast given off by city lights, making every image appear orange in tone. And color deeply influences how a picture makes us feel.

The “color” of how we treat ourselves is the “color” of how we treat others. If we can’t be safe with ourselves, others can never be safe with us, and the world can never be a safe place to be. –Deborah Adele

Day 25

Day 25