in the subway

on the street

Motion

“California at play”

“California at play” Telegraph Ave, Berkeley, December 24

At night…and at dawn

walking in the city

Hirota, when its grey shutter rolls up hours later, will be a pastry shop.

Dawn is an awkward interregnum between the hilarity of the night and daylight hours filled with precise errands. Before day officially begins, the trash will be picked up and the streets brushed clean.The people out at dawn will then disappear, if only into the congested mass of pedestrians. They will shed the awkwardness of dawn in which they stand out, as solitaries or members of mysterious association, and become ordinary, hardly meriting a second glance.

It is three hours before the crowds of commuters arrive for work. The people here, by virtue of the hour, are solitaries, if only by accident. The emptiness of the dawn street collects around them.