nightime gardening

I've recently taken to inspecting the veggie garden around 11pm when I take the dog out last thing at night. While she sniffs around the flowers, I tiptoe around the bean poles and tomato cages. There's a weird mix of moonlight and ambient light spilling out from our apartment that makes everything seem flat and hyperreal at the same time. A photo won't do this feeling justice, but it kind of feels like stepping into one of these photographs by Gregory Crewdson:

 

I came across his exhibit once at Mass MoCA in the Berkshires where I lived for a little while.  I can't say I would put one up in my house, but they do have an unnerving, trance-y quality to them that sucks you inside.  Sort of like inspecting my beans in the darkness.