Yellow skies, absorbing the incandescence of Phoenix. Rainfall salts the ground with puddles, and they produce an upside down world where the familiar is replaced by an almost expressionistic fantasy. What do I love about the night? It’s perhaps loneliness, a disregard for the conventions of the circadian rhythm, almost forbidden in a sense. Light plays so harsh with the shadow, you are rarely gifted with a properly exposed photograph and I find that I continually adjust exposure depending on whatever I am trying to capture. You are also exposed to people, some of which seem to be hiding yet the night offers a sanctuary.