Around 7:30 pm, late March, 2011. One of the first of many days this year that deceptively felt like Spring, only to have the rug snatched from beneath us. We threw the football around that evening in the lot behind the apartment.
This shot was taken in between storms that evening. It was very windy with low-flying dark clouds moving quickly while the high altitude, more majestic clouds slowly scooted along.
What happens on a weeknight when you are single, lonely, drunk and should have gone to bed hours ago? This photo is one of the more innocent answers to that question. Having just moved in with a new room mate after a break up, i barely slept. This led to me taking pictures of a lot of dumb shit.
...so I wish I had an explanation for this one. The time stamp doesn't suggest I was drunk because it was taken in the middle of an afternoon. I also have no idea what it is either. This mystery has haunted me for minutes, as I just rediscovered this picture. If you have any ideas as to what this is, please feel free to keep it to yourself, unless you believe it somehow explains the final season of Lost.
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