
Across the street, neon lights glow. Testament that, despite a company's policy, no nocturnal life fluorishes in the neon prescence. There are no owls here.

Another shot of that same intersection. Here, somebody bumped into my tripod as the exposure was taking place. I will forever curse his clumsy left foot.

These are pictures from the same bunch I shot earlier. I didn't think they were very good, but since you guys wanted more, I threw them up anyway. School's wrapping up soon, so I should be able to get more free time to wander around and do my thing.
My thing. It sounds so alien when I say it.
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