Film Noir

I have to walk under the pier to get from one end of the beach to the other. It's dark and smells of tar, and pigeons roost overhead, cooing. The tide is coming in, and there are big piles of pungent seaweed pulling at your ankles. This is the part when the bad guy is coming slowly down the tunnel, lantern bobbing. Or maybe the aliens have landed and are coming closer.


Hipstamatic: Jane lens; BlacKeys Extra Fine film