We attended a party this past weekend. A raucous affair for a residential neighborhood. Live music, a diverse crowd of mostly counter-culture persuasion. Nary a soul san ink. The air was pungent, scented with the herb. The music was inciting of happy feet and possessed gyrations. It could have been 1972.
I couldn’t help but notice the night-time lighting in the landscaping. I moved through the sweaty, moving bodies to snap a few shots…yes, there I was moving through the Rhody taking photos as if trying to find Alice’s rabbit hole. No Alice wasn’t ten feet tall………….