The White Flowers That Danced Before The Night Sky

Notes from my daily photography experiments #3

Photo by author, Reylia Slaby

Midnight walks do grant me a gracious pleasure of seeing things in a different light, as well as the absence of it. It is a fascinating time, with the drama and suspense rivaling that of an opera house. The shadows of the cars and mopeds play on the shapes of bushes and businessmen meandering home as if they are now center stage. The spotlight is finally on them.

I am lucky to be from Japan, to live here, and to be able to take nightly walks without too much fear, where the main thing I need to look out for are spiders that have optimistically build their webs in the paths of pedestrians, only to get a faceful of sticky silk.

The nights are beautiful and lovely, and less complicated. My thoughts seem to be able to swim a lot more freely at this time. The emotions that create these thoughts are allowed free reign of my mouth and actions. The night, in its darkness, allows those wild, untethered thoughts to roam.

As I left my home to take my daily image, I was unsure as to what I would shoot. I had dedicated myself to one photo a day, between preparation for well-planned shoots and other work.

I felt the night envelop me in itself, and it took me in, forcing me to notice it. I stood…