Station at 3 a.m.
Forty seconds on a tripod, one security guard, two cups of very bad coffee.
Empty streets, harbour lights and the quiet hour before the trams start. Long exposures, short captions and the occasional story about how the picture almost didn’t happen.
New photographs appear roughly once a month — whenever the weather, the moon and a free night line up.
Forty seconds on a tripod, one security guard, two cups of very bad coffee.
A single lamp on the far pier, doubled by still water.
Neon signs, softened into colour fields by a passing storm.