The other night there was about to be the most enormous rainstorm. Since it was the first night that it wasn’t pouring rain here, I went out and walked around Rock River taking pictures. It also just so happened to be the magic hour, and I’ve never seen light like this anywhere else. Everything glowed this beautiful orange light. Plus, the clouds didn’t hurt at all for photography. I’ve got to say, I’m making it a habit now to take a walk after dinner along the tracks to go scavenging and picture taking. It’s so different here from the city. You hear nothing but dogs barking or maybe the sound of a boy on his dirtbike far away.