Last Light

I started this series because I kept missing it. I would be somewhere with a camera all afternoon, get the picture I came for, and then drive home through the twenty minutes that actually mattered.

So I began going out only at the end of the day, and only to places I had already photographed in daylight and found boring. The light does something to a mediocre field that I still can’t fully explain — it stops looking like scenery and starts looking like somewhere a person could be from.

Ongoing. Made within about fifteen miles of home.