Evening's descent into Prospect Park feels like the slow tendrils of smoke swirling from the tip of a cigarette; the last light drifts across your vision in pieces until it has dissipated entirely into night. This transition is immortalized in shifting color palettes, as the features of the park melt into softer and darker tones, occasionally disrupted by the sharp relief of a street light or passing car. The arrival of evening is unmistakeable around Prospect Park Pond, when the lamps paint yellow lines across the surface of the water. Evening arrives when blueish shadows creep from tree leaves to consume their surroundings. Evening arrives when the headlights of passing cars shine onto the alien whiteness of new spring blossoms. Through these changes, the lake is temporarily transformed into a place unrecognizable from its daytime appearance.