Everything by night, that’s the ticket. Nothing at noon; the sun is too bright, the shadows wait. The sky burns so nothing dares move. There is no fun in sunlit exposure. Midnight brings fun when the shadows under trees lift their skirts and glide. Wind arrives. Leaves fall. Footsteps echo. Beams and floorboards creak. Dust sifts from tombstone angel wings. Shadows soar like ravens. Before dawn, the streetlights die, the town goes briefly blind.
Let's All Kill Constance, Ray Bradbury
6 comments:
I love Bradbury. :)
I chose this photo from your work because it feels like the sea is out in the distance, right out of view. And this book of his takes place in Venice, CA. And the two just seem to go perfectly together.
I could see this as Venice!
Not enough homeless with syringes unfortunately.
And thank you! :)
The blue green n that picture is so amazing!
Perfect Photo Pairing!
I think Bradbury would dig.
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