Why is the night so different? Same tree, just another bird landing on one of it's branches in the daytime. But when night falls, the moon rises off the horizon and is still large through the lens of the atmosphere...the bird...no, the entire feeling changes from a winter's day to an ominous foreboding omen. Is it literature, is it folklore or is there a sense of truth behind the legends? I certainly felt uncomfortable as I let the camera shutter remain open for what seemed to be an eternity. I have stood in this same place in my familiar yard often during the day and felt a sense of exhilaration, of normalcy...that night, once the shutter closed, tripod collapsed and lens cap back on...I hurriedly retraced my steps and went back to my study...the room with the brightest light in the house.