jesse Diamond photography

Raindrops hit the windshield in a hypnotic rhythm as headlights are blurred into the night horizon in an odd combination of illumination and darkness – fitting, perhaps, for the journey that lies ahead. The direction seems clear, but the destination is not. Tunnels are so much more sinister at night, don’t you think? There is a low-grade anxiety that goes with traveling when the rest of the world sleeps. Stopping doesn’t seem like a good option. Pushing forward is the only real choice. There is light ahead, but it’s still raining. The raindrops streaking across the glass like tears.