Taking a walk around my neighborhood at night, with the deliberate purpose of being an observer, quite literally made me feel like I was sleep walking. Even the act of taking photos didn’t distract from this dream like state.
You hear families scraping dinner plates, broken conversations, windows opening and doors closing. That warm glow through the curtains trick me in to believing their lives are just perfect at that moment.
I reached a point where I didn’t know where I was anymore, until I stumbled upon a sporting field. Standing there my eyes and brain worked over time, like when you walk in to a dark room where everything slowly becomes familiar as you adjust to the lighting. As if waking from a dream, it became clear that this is the sporting field I go to nearly every day to walk my dog. I had just never seen it from this angle, in the dark.
