Night Moves

So I woke up last night to a faint whirr. It only took me a minute to remember that I had put a sheet and a couple of pillow shams into the washer before I went to bed. But that was hours ago. It's four freakin' thirty in the morning! So I got up and went into the kitchen. And doncha know the machine was still in the middle of a cycle!


I waited to see if anything was going to happen that seemed in any way definitive but it just kept up its routine of faking me out with false stops and starts. So I decided to document what the kitchen looks like at 4:30 in the morning. I took this one...


...then I took this one.


Somewhere in Moscow this was also happening at the same time:


But I wasn't there.