It was evening in Portland and feeling the need to escape the rubber chicken, the gummy cheesecake and re-breathed air of the DoubleTree, C. and I took an walk outside. Perhaps as am antidote to working so much in the realm of daylight, I’m finding myself more and more attracted to the mysteries of night photography.
Urban spaces defined only by artificial light sources – tungsten, sodium vapor, mercury, neon – mix it up with a little moonlight to offer a new palette of possibilities. And one without any commercial sensibilities. What freedom!
Carrying one sensitive camera with a very fast lens, we strolled through the empty neighborhoods surrounding the hotel stopping every now and the to explore nocturnal colors, gestures and light. Realizing the need for a destination (not so much as a place to satisfy a sweet craving but as an arbitrary end point), we headed to Voodoo Doughnuts – open all night and sure to delight.