Wild for the Night

Last night we ventured out to James Street for the monthly art crawl. The weather was mild for January. The rain passed. The wet streets glistened. The city buzzed softly. There were quiet moments. I let them soak in. I exchanged nods with other photographers. They were looking for moments too. At some point I stopped taking photographs. I stopped observing through the viewfinder and started observing the moment.  I looked back through the roll later, the shots end abruptly. It didn't matter. I sat for a long while on a bench. The people passed by, back and forth. I felt alive.