[ pictures | prose | flashes of awe ] by Mike Yost

Posts tagged “Night

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Wandering with No Place to Go

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Z?

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Nightfall

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Life is but a Dream

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2017


Pipe Dreams

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2017


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Neon Excursions

I’ve taken up the habit of wandering around the city’s pulsating streets and cracked sidewalks long after the sun has been gobbled up by the nearby mountain range.

I forget what surprises surface beneath a canopy of obsidian, breaking through the yawning darkness with vivid colors of neon glowing keenly against a black backdrop.

A technology developed over a century ago, these cylinders of gleaming glass generate an entire spectrum of colored light, illuminated by the flow of electricity igniting gasses trapped inside a thin, transparent tube.

I forget not to take for granted how the image of a glowing bluebird or a boring word like lunch can be made to dance on the delicate surface of the eyes, reminding me to smile (if only a little) as I roam through a dying nightfall.

Photographs and Non-fictitious Scribbles copyright Mike Yost 2017


Bluebird Nights

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2017


Pete’s Kitchen

[Old Poem. New Photograph]

Pete’s is a place to warm our hands on a snowy afternoon, to wrap our fingers tightly around a thick mug of hot joe that burns the tongue.

Pete’s is a place to find company among the friendless, to nourish a lonely heart with the unspoken words of weary strangers.

Pete’s is a place for derelict souls, for those Denver denizens who feel endlessly lost—even at home surrounded by those we love.

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2017


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Nightfall

Empty chairs

Six seconds

Wandering under Neon

Photographs copyright Mike Yost 2017

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Bleeding Light

Photograph copyright Mike Yost 2017