I love a good night walk and now rarely neglect to take my camera with me. I think cities often look best during the dark hours, when the lights come on and the normal rumble of business is replaced with a softer, more secretive thrum. Bursts of laughter rupturing out of bar doors before surrendering to the solitude of an empty street, the sounds of people who have forgotten their day at the hands of Rhinegeist or Mr. Daniels as they move to their next rendezvous, and the quick click of shoes on pavement as people hurry home after a day with too few hours. I’m still coming to grips with living in a city and it provides new tests every day, but in the punctuated hum of midnight I can still hear the whisper of chilled northerly winds over grass and the call of a chuck-will-widow searching for their next meal.