Went out to take night photos at the local art school. Brought Muttola. Night Photos. Dim Light. Tendency to Blur. Steady hand . . . steady . . . JOLT from the dog reaching the end of the leash. In the end we found our rhythm and had some fun.

She snuck back into the picture. Attention Slut.

Even at night you can tell that no bleach or scrub brush has touched this stoop since the yuppy invasion.

My favorite shot of the night.
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