The moon, like a flower(William Blake)
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
The night is elastic. You can stretch it and mold it to fit almost any shape you want. It can be moody and mystical or starkly realistic. It can be romantic or, with a slight twist of the wrist, terrifying. The night can be a source of comfort, it can be liberating, it can pick you up or lay you down. It's the night, baby, and it can be whatever you want.
Do we stalk silently and stealthily through the dark, seeking out prey? Do we dance a czardas under torchlight? Do we find ourselves under assault by flesh-craving zombies? Do we meet the love of our life while folding sheets at a late-night laundromat? It's the night, baby, and anything is possible.
What we see here is a distinctively individual view of the night world. These photographs aren't anchored to any location, to any social situation, to any sort of light. These images reflect the photographer's own idiosyncratic imagination.