I love night. I always have. The light, or lack of it, that changes the nature of things around you, making familiar different, unfamiliar threatening.
I love its colors, subdued and shifted as they may be, diverse grades of darkness, wicked shadows and reflections.
It is the period of the day when I am alert and creative, when I love to read, listen to music or work on some of my images. It’s not a secret that food tastes better after daylight fades out.
And here you have it, the façade of an old Wellington building, painted by the mixture of artificial light sources and magical bites and bytes.
Good enough for me, even better for my photo collection.