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At the edge of a parking lot near my house sits what I believe to be a pin oak. Each day, as I bike or walk past, I inspect the oak. I notice it’s straight and subtly regal form, how the streetlights turn its night-shadow into art, the tiny leaves as they grow and unfurl each spring, and finally, the dry leaves of winter, hanging on, hanging on.

I’ve long wanted to photograph the tree and ended up shooting a whole roll, including this first attempt at night photography.

Oak at night