It's cold for june and you are underdressed and the darkness stalks you like a beast in wait and your feet are soaked because of the night dew over the wheat and you ask yourself why didn't you just stay in bed, but then, back home, you see what you got and a smile crosses your tired eyes as you think yeah, boy, it was worth it. (I'll try to follow the steps of Ross Hillier and his night pictures. By now, i'm just trailing behind, but i have time.)
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