"From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome" / New York Harbor / Dec. 2007
I like to walk at night when there is less visual distraction. The darkness hides much of the daytime landscape and whatever is lit or reflects light becomes a new landscape. A few leaves on a street full of leaves that would be lost during the day, stand out beneath the spotlight glow of a streetlight. A sagging porch goes unnoticed because the porch light glows with a golden warmth. A city skyline jumps to life and becomes an ever-changing canvas as lights blink on and off. An icon in the harbor holds her flame high and dances with the stars.