Feet cross a circle of red light and the darkness around it refuses to give up the rest of the body.

Night traffic of bicycles at rest — a rider drifts past their sleeping frames under sodium lamps.

A figure waits against a blackened door in brick, still enough for the weeds to claim the frame.

An interior burned to pure red, where a bent silhouette labours over its own obscure ritual.

Net curtains and patterned wallpaper hold the outline of a presence that may only be light.

An empty bench, flowerbeds in shadow, and one walker withdrawing down the path of a darkening park.

A monochrome parlour tableau: a suspended figure under a round beam, watched calmly by its elders.

A ruined house flickers in degraded monochrome, photographed as if by something that once lived there.

Under a single street lamp, a figure stands in the undergrowth of a park given over to night.

A fountain and its statues dissolve in overexposed afternoon light, the garden remembered rather than seen.