Last Saturday I made sound recordings of the storm in our local park. After a long search in I found a secluded site where I could hear the storm well, but where I was out of the wind.
The storm transformed the well known city park into creepy new territory. What enhanced the creepiness was that my ideal recording site was next to the gay cruising spot in the woods.
Alone in the dark with my expensive gadgets I was looking over my shoulder all the time. And when I saw lights moving in the dark woods I decided to look for another spot. I'm sure they were just street-lights of the road behind the wood, flashing on and off because the trees were swaying in the wind more than usual.
It is rare and stimulating to be afraid of the dark in the city. So I tried to make a photograph of my experience.
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