This photo was taken when I was out walking with my friend Monika at night taking her picture, "hangin" out. It was a weird day, my roommate and I had stayed up late talking and drinking and it got so close to dawn that I figured I would just stay up and take pictures of people at dawn. The day was divided into the two very different worlds of dawn and dusk. What drew me to this house? I don't know, the door was open and I've always liked the relationship of interior lighting and outdoor lighting. I used a flash because I was handholding, and although built in flash usually sucks I think it kind of works in the picture, the way it creates a fading perimeter of light. Theres also this weird connection in my mind with flash at night and 50s police murder photography I also love the colors of this scene, especially the slanting paint on the road, and the deep neon colors in the toy truck and the flowers. The picture makes me want to see what is in the interior of the house. I can only hope lots of that wood panelling.