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Working nights, circus music plays when I close my eyes. The sun is out and the sky is blue. Do not sleep. Be productive. Be destructive, cause mayhem. Just do not sleep. Its such a nice day out.
My cousin's precious new baby boy - about 4 weeks here. He would not close his little eyes, lol! But, I'm so happy to have gotten a few cute awake shots! His hair is the cutest thing ever :-)
12 degrees F... 4:30 am. Two streetlights at my back & to the left. Hand held, iso 400. A bit of noise. Dam, I've cut the very top of the gable off...but it fills the frame pretty well, and I like the overall effect...so that's it.
These buildings are collectively known as the " Lighthouse Block"--but not because of any association with the sea. The block is located at the top of a high, steep hill and in winter the upstairs lights could be seen from far away, guiding the drivers of the stagecoachs traveling along the Boston/Amherst Road. The block was built in the 1850's and many businesses have prospered here through the decades; today it hosts small cafes, shops and offices at street level and several apartments upstairs. The larger building, to the left, is yellow; the others are white; all have black shutters & roofs. They lean and settle into each other in an odd, precarious way, having survived countless bouts of remodeling and repair. As neon illuminates the empty sidewalk and bottles of spirits wink from behind plate glass, a tattered banner proclaiming "We Support Our Troops" hangs still above the cold shadows at the entrance of the old Town Hall.
This darkest, coldest hour is bound to end... and as the sky turns from black to deepest blue, swallowing the twinkling stars, a window brightens there, upstairs in the lighthouse block; a coffee shop urn flicks on, and a pair of long haulers, fully loaded, make the hill, creaking to a stop once again at the center of this crossroads town. The night becomes a memory... and a picture or two, and I'm headed for home.