An entirely new shift of personalities takes to our streets after dark – and while their lifestyles may not fall in line with standards set by others they are no less compelling.
Voyaging among them leads to some interesting moments: a snippet of conversation here and there; the flare of a cigarette in a darkened alcove; a glance open to interpretation – welcome, or warning.
It’s an interesting world, with its own dynamics and unspoken rules, and we drop in for a look around from time to time.
Had an overnight guest in front of my WC office on Monday night, he left the place very clean.
Firestone 11R
The poor dog!
“Midnight rider” is good, but rather than evoking Steppenwolf, I am hearing My Old Kentucky Home (the “post racial” 1968 version), mostly cuz of the “wake me when the music starts” dog.
Allman Brothers.
Well, I am admittedly thin on rock and roll history, but I do recognize the contented dog or is he/she deceased? Hard to tell sometimes.
Happily, dog seemed well, according to the photographer.