This comes at a good time, since I’ve been out at night 3 days this week, leaving me to think about how different it feels to come home in the velvety darkness (where things always seemly oddly skewed, and oddness clings to every exchange). than to saunter home in full daylight, or even at sunset. Nighttime is when you round the corner and there’s an ambulance with blaring lights and someone crying as the stretcher is loaded up (this happened last week). Nighttime is when the lights glow brighter, and colors change their meaning.
New York is a city that lends itself to nighttime images, whether innocent or sinister. These are all unretouched, and taken withing the last month or so with my cameraphone. For good or ill, this is the case of the city, in all it’s strange glory, in the nighttime.