Roll At Midnight by Michael Thurber


It's one o'clock in the morning and we're rolling down the trails and roads in and near Wilderness Park. This is what I love most about summer nights. Biking down empty streets under eerie light. It's quiet and as we get near 3rd and A the light pollution falls off and the stars pop into view.

A train rolls slowly past and I imagine it as a dragon crawling through the trees and under the street lamps.

The camera is an affirmation. It is Yes. Yes Yes Yes.


Time traveling in Lincoln by Michael Thurber

Every time I walk to work I take the alleyway behind this house. I've been fascinated by this small stretch of road for years. It's a sanctuary for me. Quiet, sheltered on both sides by trees and rotten fences, I feel transported to a different, older, more peaceful time. In some ways it reminds me of the backwoods in Arkansas where I spent years as a child exploring. 

But today the wind blew cold out of the North and a steady rain turned to sleet for a while as I walked. Ominous, depressing.

I had a lousy day at work.