I live in the shadows, that place between light and dark. I can live in obscurity without being in total darkness. I can move into the light but retreat when I become too exposed. It is the place that I feel most at home. Always wishing to be in the light, but only safe in the shadows.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Wash House


The lights of the interior of the car wash create an eerie but beautiful pattern as the sude run down the windshield of my vehicle

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