The Boy, who shall henceforth be known as M, is a magnificent photographer. His passion has renewed my own enthusiasm for photography. Knowing that I would be awake during the dead hours of the night, I had a great idea to wander the streets of downtown and take some noir pictures. Great idea until my memory filled up after sixteen pictures — just when I finally figured out how to take pictures at night. This is the last picture I took, and it’s the only one that had any light, and it’s the Enron Building, from the “back”.
To see the building from this angle, one must drive down a tiny strip of road called Andrews Street. On one side is a small electricity substation. On the other side is a big building. I stopped on the road across from the substation and got out of the car. It feels strange standing in the street in the middle of the night. The phrase, “Nothing good happens after midnight” kept running through my mind, but I wasn’t scared. I am a night creature, I don’t need the comforts of society. But it still felt strange, all that glass and concrete and history. I played with the camera for a bit, trying to figure out how to get light into the frame. When I figured it out, I snapped the picture. I like the lights of the building and the clouds.