We are creatures of routine, of years of conditioned urban living. Hence, I had to talk about, think about going for a night drive for some time before I actually managed to get us on it. Instinctively, it seems pointless, and difficult to get around to. How do you be aimless? What do you describe to other people what you are doing?
I have a moody friend who writes and while his current interests are different (dog, godson, girlfriend, in that order it seems), he used to go on night drives. His pictures from those drives just makes me want to go out there, drive and take some shots. There is something magical about the roads and the city in general, when night has fallen and everything is quieter, emptier, more mysterious. Of course, some might imagine a heightened sense of danger, and if that is true for you, I am sure it adds to the wonder.
So we did go on a night drive. Sometimes I will ask whether to turn left or right, sometimes I disobey the answer. Sometimes I drive very slowly and marvel at how I can do that without affecting anyone. Sometimes I just stop, take a picture and move on. Sometimes I direct the one in the passenger seat to take a picture for me.
I had hopes of a long stretch of road with interesting scenery. But I don’t know where to find it. I tried searching in the forums but didn’t find anything useful. No, I do not want to try the 99 curves at South Buona Vista Road.
I don’t know what I wanted to achieve with a night drive. I don’t know what I was looking for, or what feeling I was trying to attain, or what I was trying to leave behind. A night drive perhaps speaks to the restless, without really quelling the restlessness.
And now all I have are some photos from that night.