Twilight on Lower Stuart Street

After I’d spent some time photographing trucks barreling along the city’s one-way system, I took the time to casually wander around some of the city’s historic buildings that have been lovingly restored to show-off their magnificence and glory. They all looked rather fetching, lit-up in the half-light.

As the twilight faded and vanished from sight, the sky seemed to sing in a golden chorus of echoes that hung in the air and  lingered in the empty streets and dimly-lit lanes. It was that strange time of day when the shadows of morning took hold, and the city wasn’t really awake, yet no longer asleep.