Friday, November 24, 2006
Pittsburgh nighttime photo essay
Stomping around with all my siblings in the frosty cold at midnight. It sure is quiet here.
This is the back porch of my childhood home. It looks creepy here but I have a lot of happy memories. The following image is a little low wall that ran in between the house and the road. I remember tiny red bugs that ran in it.
at 2:24 AM