The inaugural post.. This photo is of my neighbor's garage and house, which looks like a barn to me. I was walking past one day and looked and thought that it looked out of place-- a building for another part of the country, or at least not in this part of Worcester where the buildings have an ungraceful age and unkempt look. It reminded me of a cold pastoral part of coastal Maine, where the pastoral leans more into the sad than any other romantic folk art notions. I took it at night, coming out from taking pictures in our basement and right out of the bulkhead I set my tripod down. For some reason I really wanted a photo of this building at night. I like the way strange lighting is pulled out from long exposures at night.. It gives tiny lights enough time to pool and glow out. The white paint of the building gives it a really ghostly presence, and there is almost a stare behind the way it faces out. Presence is what makes this picture to me. I had some ridiculous hot pixel issues with the picture which you cant really see in the jpeg, and on the larger photoshop file I still do. I'm like a minesweeper in some postwar country trying to spot out all of these green pixels. I guess there's something satisfying and entrancing about scanning and clicking them out a couple thousand times...