well, this was kind of a bust, except for that everything was bathed in the blue glow of the full moon. you could see everything, the hudson river tributary i was following, the old, barely used canal locks, the narrow steel bridges crossing it (that lead to ?).
on the way back there was an odd glow on top of a steel silo right near the roadside, but i think it was the moon reflecting off it. my optic nerve felt a little funny, but it must have been my imagination.
what was more striking, to me, was this little town called fort edward. the backwater highway i was following is dotted with decaying towns built along the hudson, which, for the most part, seemed dead this night. ft. edward, third in this line, saw a group of thug kids crossing the road, and up ahead of them a little, a girl on a bike with groceries in hand. more curious was the skinny kid sitting in an about-to-close convenient store, unwrapping a large container from a plastic bag. he started to eat from it as my light turned green, and i saw that there wasn't a vehicle in the parking lot that was parked for the duration, so he must have walked? if i were younger or less lethargic i think i would have gone in there and snooped around him.
but the big thing is, there's life after dark in forgotten stretches of upstate NY. why does this rattle the shit out of me??