I'm not much of a photographer, but I can really understand what draws them...
I took a night a few weeks back, a clear night. I think it was Sunday. The week had piled its typical heap of stresses and ideas on top of me, and I reacted by grabbing my crappy tripod, and my crappy-on-purpose Holga (plastic hulk of a camera) and hit the streets of Queens.
There is some bliss in walking around, looking. You enter a mode where you look at everything, looking for the highest content of beauty possible in any subject. Its a cool mode to be in, to surrender most of your other senses to your sight, and to how what you see makes you feel.
It was a good time. Photogs, I feel for you guys. I get it now.
Here are some highlights from that trip, and a bonus one I took of my Dad at the lake.
Have a good day.