I'd get plenty more pictures if I had a flashlight, but the time I brought one keeps me from trying again.
Shining it on anything made me feel like a 19th century British archeologist defecating in King Tut's tomb.
A possum came out the woods onto the road, mirroring my movements and inching closer and closer till I switched it off.
Like I was violating something beyond me,sacred and profane.
Things behind reacted to the light in front.
