I have been one acquainted with the night...

Когда-то давно я забрела на сайт, посвященный ночной фотографии... Сегодня опять туда заглянула - сайт не только существует, но и немного увеличился. Фотографии там... настоящие произведения искусства. Некоторые похожи на картины гораздо больше, чем на фото.
Магия ночи, пойманная в объектив...

И стихотворение, которое когда-то удивительно легло на душу...

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood till and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

На фотографии - пирс Санта-Моники. Игравшие в VtM:Bloodlines оценят. :))
(c) Helen K. Garber