I often think, during my desk bound days, of how I’d love to be out there just walking around endlessly, swinging arms, joyous feet and all that. The closest I get to this usually, is heading out to get lunch. Otherwise i spend most of the day ergonimized in an office chair. Not quite Han Solo frozen in carbonite, but some days, I swear it’s not too far away.
The truth is though, even when I did have nothing better to do than roam the sidewalks endlessly day after day, I never did. Always, I would wait for the light to fall off before setting out. The shadows conceal from curious eyes. People around here don’t seem to walk for no purpose much. If you’re not clad in an activity specific outfit, being towed by a pet, or clearly marked as walking towards something, then you are a bit of an oddity. Because you could be driving, fer godssakes. What’s wrong with you?
It’s not only self consciousness that sends me to the shadows though. It’s also the cessation of activity when most have returned to the roost. It’s about having the lull in that urban buzz, to appreciate things singularly, without being distracted by the visual and auditory cacophany that is an inescapable part of city life during the the day. I don’t filter sensory input very well; I either experience it all, often in a state of intense distraction, or have to block it completely and proceed inside my own little world. I seem largely unable to let some in and discard the rest, although I’m good at pretending when i have to. It’s also the reason I avoid large human gatherings if at all possible, but that’s a story for another day.
Walking in the night has always been a way to meander in peace. In the day time I often feel hemmed in by the built-up-ness of the city. These distinct boundaries of space – footpath, front lawn, council verge, private yard, car park, storefront, etc – blur when blinding sun is removed, and spaces turn a little wilder in the shadow. It’s a different world without the staccato drive of sun. You move to a different beat, and discover strange things in the failing light.
We’re just easing off these long summer days in this part of the world, and twilight is coming around earlier, when it feels safe to pad around in the semi-dark on my own. These images were stirred from an idea of Radek Kozak‘s, who found a new inspiration to his image making in the the indistinct, unfocused shape of the world around him. I added some movement in the making, and too, found alien things hiding in suburbia.