Shooting Architecture at Blue Hour
Twenty minutes of balanced light and how not to waste them.
Film rolls, contact sheets, and the light we keep chasing.
Twenty minutes of balanced light and how not to waste them.
Strangers, umbrellas, and a borrowed 50mm lens.
Peeling paint, rusted gates, and the patterns hiding in plain sight.
Thirty rolls, one tripod, and the hour before the town wakes up.
No flash, no reflector, just a north-facing window and patience.
Same street, same light, four very different rolls.