When the sun goes down.

I took an early morning stroll the other day in an old haunt near my neighborhood. It was foggy when I set out, but pretty much gone by the time I made this image.

There was a time when all I did was night photography, but in those days using film the exposures were much longer and the camera a little bigger. It was a time of meditation and being unsure if you actually captured what was in front of you, thus making photo lab visits full of surprises.

What always strikes me is how different things look at night. A small boring town in the day can become a feast of good content when the sun goes down..