Noir Night

It’s always good to reflect on the day’s events. I like looking back and comparing my regular days with a little bit of Noir.

My regular day:

I like taking advantage of off days by spending some time with nature. Even when the sun is relentless, I like to think that there’s magic to be found even in the twilight hours.

Venturing out with my camera as the sun set, I headed into a well-lit park. The warmth of the day was already beginning to subside and as I walked by the pond, I couldn’t help but notice the half-moon in the sky.

A hummingbird zoomed by and perched on a high branch, looking around as if surveying its kingdom. It seemed almost poetic, with the blurred moon as a backdrop. I captured the moment, marveling at the bright moon as it highlighted the silhouette of my little friend.

Circling the pond, I heard a chorus of croaks. Before I knew it, I saw several frogs along the shore, throughout the grass, and scattered along my path. They were much larger than I’d seen in a while. I stopped to snap a few images of the closest one before turning to go back the way I came. Their croaking continued, and I wondered if the frog I walked up to was now bragging to his friends about scaring me off.

As I walked on, the world came alive. Birds sang in the shadows, and the trees swayed with each breeze. I continued my walk until I saw a coyote by the tree line. He was barely visible in the moonlight, but I managed to snap a grainy photograph before he vanished into the night.

I finished my walk and returned home. I’m reminded of how important it is to enjoy nature, day or night. May we all make a habit of taking time to enjoy the beauty outside, so our nights can be a little more restful and our days, a little brighter.

Onwards! +

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My Noir Day:

I take time to seize those rare stolen moments, the days of reprieve used to embrace the mystique of the great outdoors. Even when the relentless sun casts its scorching spell, I harbor the belief that within the shadows, even in the darkest hours, there exists an elusive enchantment.

Armed with my trusty lens, I ventured forth, chasing the vanishing sun as it sank beneath the looming skyline. The day’s oppressive heat was slowly relinquishing its grip, and as I traversed the well-illuminated park, my senses awakened to the subtle shift in the atmosphere. Along the tranquil pond’s edge, my eyes couldn’t escape the half-moon that hung in the inky-black heavens like a forgotten silver coin.

A hummingbird, a fleeting phantom of nature, darted through the gathering dusk, claiming a lofty branch as its own. It surveyed its dominion with an air of regal authority, as if presiding over an empire of shadows. The scene unfolded like a stanza from a smoky jazz ballad with the blurred moon as its backdrop. I immortalized that moment with moonlight casting a spotlight on my nocturnal confidante.

Circling the pond, I encountered a symphony of croaks, an amphibious chorus of the night. To my surprise, a congregation of frogs lined the water’s edge, their ominous silhouettes punctuating the landscape, their gaze following my every move. These amphibious titans dwarfed any I had encountered in recent memory. I paused, my camera capturing the image of their closest sentinel, pondering if this particular frog would regale his amphibian comrades with tales of defiance against an intruder of the night.

I pressed forward, traversing the threshold between the known and the enigmatic. In the shrouded recesses, the world around me awoke with avian melodies while tree-sentinels swayed. My odyssey continued until a specter of the wilderness, a coyote, emerged at the fringes of the silhouetted forest. Veiled in the moon’s spectral luminescence, he was a wraith, barely discernible yet undeniably present. I captured his essence in a grainy photograph before he melted into the night.

Homeward bound, I returned to the familiarity of my urban sanctuary, carrying with me a profound reminder of the importance of communing with the untamed world, whether beneath a blazing sun or under the star-studded curtain of night. Let us all make it a habit to steal moments with nature’s splendor so that our nights attain a deeper serenity, and our days gain a brighter radiance.

Onwards! +