The Hermit Poet

Some nights the way the light falls on concrete is its own poetry. The empty walkways and abandoned cars their own form of soliloquy.

At night, after all the students and faculty disappear, the campus is a strange foreboding landscape. And eerily beautiful.

A few instances:

1. The ramp leading upward to the Art Building

2. The curve just past the Theatre Building.

3. Sidewalk leading towards the clock tower.

4. Sidewalk looking back toward the traffic bend at one end of campus.