An impulsive walk on the night of a full moon was the spark that started this photo essay. I went out for a walk, taking the camera with me, thinking it would be nice to capture the moonlight. Two hours later, with the memory card full of images and the imagination full of stories, I returned home and started to process the experience.
This nocturnal walk started a pattern of brisk morning walks spent scouting followed by longer and contemplative night ones spent shooting. At night, with the all-important sight reduced, the other senses are sharpened; sounds gain prominence, and smells provide clues to things that cannot be seen. I follow the path of lights and the smell of jasmine. Best of all, the imagination is released and is free to wander – and wonder, weaving views and memories together into new stories. A rabbit on the balcony brings to mind Alice in Wonderland, and a lace curtain, memories of my grandmother.
Some images were left almost untouched, and others were melded together in layers, creating collages representing the experience, rather than the view. On reading Ruben Dario’s poem, “Nocturne,” I realized what I was after – feeling and photographing the heartbeat of the night.