I was going to write something today about the mass shooting in Connecticut yesterday. But I can't. It would seem trite. No words will do. Last night I had work to do at home (some reading and writing) but I couldn't. I couldn't think. I had to get out of the house. So I grabbed a couple cameras and a rickety half-broken tripod and went for a long solitary walk on a crisp and starless night. It soothed me a little to view my neighborhood through a lens...sort of disconnecting myself from reality. Somewhat how I still feel today. My heart, thoughts, and prayers go out to those families in Connecticut.
If you are a Western New Yorker (or an ex-pat) you'll likely recognize these images, but if you are not from the area the pictures are from top to bottom:
Kleinhans Music Hall
First Presbyterian Church
Another view of Allen Street
And the "Old Pink"