Saturday reflections

In winter, light may be a limited commodity, but that seems to give it more substance. You really notice the violet gloom of evening sliding in a few minutes later every day, the brilliant skies on clear cold days, the way thick gray clouds overhead eat all of our shadows. Unfortunately, if the winter light does have more personality, it's the personality of a sullen teenager, all moods and tears and flashes of giddy brightness.

Here's the sun behind a police parking lot in New York, reflected in one of the vans.