A long time ago, I was wandering the streets of Eugene, Oregon, long past midnight. I was walking down the middle of Willamette Boulevard, a main street, but there were no cars on it at this time of night. Street lights turned red and green for no one. The whole landscape was designed for activities that were now absent. It reminded me of a stage set, ready for the lights to come up.
Except that the lights were already up. Street lights, front porch lights, window lights. It's what I always loved about the wee hours--it was simultaneously occupied and abandoned. I realized I could combine my love for photography and my appreciation for this particular time of day into a single passion. I've been hooked ever since.