Between Lights 01

Morning arrives cold and provisional, with buildings still half-withheld and the street not yet fully persuaded to begin. And yet, by need or by will, people line up and set off.

Evening does the opposite: it gathers edges, darkens facades, and lets windows and tail lights carry more of the scene than they should.

And sometimes the sky ignores both moods altogether and stages a brief display of its own, vast and theatrical above the small persistence of roads, blocks, wires, office buildings, and briefly parked human existence.

These three images sit within that unstable interval: not quite day, not quite night. They are small records of the city caught while light is changing its mind.