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the color of night

February 11, 2010

It snowed a lot this week, although not nearly as much as it has on the East Coast over the last 8 or 9 days.  Regardless, it provided the perfect opportunity to take a walk in the snow and snap a few photos.  I love walking through the pale city streets when it is snowing, especially at night, before the salt and exhaust and plows have made a mess of it all.  The street lamps reflect off the white, wet ground and turn everything yellow – it’s the same color of a late-night apartment lit by a single candle, after one too many drinks, after the bars and bodegas have all closed down, after you have decided that tomorrow is already going to be groggy and unpleasant and so you give in to the intrepid banter, fill another glass, put on another record, and glide on through the night searching for something, that indefinable, unattainable something, but searching nonetheless.

I have very much been enjoying the photos of Kate Gross, who runs a Chicago food blog called Dishes & Dirt that focuses on the sustainable, local food scene in the city.

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re trying to
be so quiet?

– Bob Dylan, Visions of Johanna

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