A city night

It's late. I've been out all night,  hanging out with friends, wandering around the city, dancing, reconnecting with old friends and a couple of new ones. I'm too tired and it's too late to write anything coherent, so I'm glad I took my camera out and shot some photos to share.

One night a year the city keeps the lights on in the buildings downtown during one of our monthly First Friday celebrations so we can take some amazing photos. Alex (who is a real professional photographer with a real business at Alex Carmichal Photography .... please like him) texted me and said he was taking his gear downtown tonight. So I grabbed my camera too. (I am not a photographer, and I don't even play one on TV.)

Of course he had a tripod and he knew how to set the timer on his camera and all that professional shit. I just clicked away, although Alex showed me how to brace my camera against a tree so my shots wouldn't be so grainy.

Tonight I'm not going to post my usual brilliant, clever, poignant, goofy post. Instead I've got a few photos of the night -- random, grainy, blown-out photos of the streets of this city I love .... this city that could be any city.

  Millions of  bubbles cover the street.

A guy who made the mistake of taking to me. I didn't get a chance to ask about the black eye.

Edna St. Vincent Millay on the toilet paper holder of the bar where we go for karaoke every Wednesday night.

The skyline near the river.

First Friday.

Steel drums, a couple of jazz trumpets, and random guys dancing

See why I love this city? Do you love your city? Do you take photos? Take some photos and post them, either here or on your blog. I'd love to see them.