Concrete Hours

After dark, a lot of ordinary architecture reduces to its geometry. The colour drops out, the clutter goes into shadow, and what is left is a few planes and whatever lighting someone installed for safety rather than beauty.

This series was made on evening walks through the same few districts over a single autumn. I looked for places where one source of light did all the work — a fluorescent tube, a sodium lamp across the street, the last of the sky in a gap between two blocks — and framed tightly enough that the location stops mattering.