I hate to see the sun go down so early in the winter. With my long commute, I rarely see much light during the week in my neighborhood (I know, you've all heard me cry about it before.
Just last week...) Thursdays are good days though, as far as seeing sunlight. Our students get out before 3, and I'm hoping on the subway as quick as my feet will carry me. Despite my desire to be lazy when I got home, I forced myself out with my new camera for a little walk. Nothing to brilliant happened through my lens, but I was kind of hurrying to (1) beat the sunset and (2) get back inside where it's warm and cozy!

Currently being a permanent pedestrian (plus subway and bus rider), I've really gotten into street signs and
all the messages they inform. In the Midwest, our signs are tagged so much. Their messages are usually just the original intended message, because eyes wouldn't as easily catch all the added words.

Seth and I dream of living in a Brownstone one day. They are such beautiful and strong buildings, with details that force me to constantly look up as I walk through my neighborhood. In a moment of staring up, a small, dangling black object caught my eye. An owl! It was just hanging from the roof! Blog followers may remember
my previous owl story months ago. Even if this building is an avenue up and a couple blocks away from me, I share a special bond. My building is also an owl building! Our owl, who can be seen in
these pictures, is currently chilling on the roof instead of hanging over the edge. That makes 3 owls in the neighborhood. I wonder what they mean or who put them there? What secret am I not a part of...?

This is the photo I posted for my
photo-a-day project. I'm on Day 4! Check out the last 4 days on
flickr.