This fountain, drained for the winter was standing alone in front of the distant lights of the buildings and the wall, silhouetted and silent. Somehow this fountain symbolized the preparation for hibernation that was coming. Walking alone at night and keeping your eyes open will allow the city to share these quiet places with a visitor.
Québec city at night is an impression of lights on colours on textures on curves and deepening shadows. These lend a rich warmth and mystery to the bitter winter cold of the deserted night streets. Deserted, that is, except for another photographer, lit by the street lamp, equally captivated by the mystery of the shadowy gardens to the side of this street. Je me souviens – I remember – the nights of this beautiful city, Québec.
I always take my camera with me when I know I am going into the city. Who am I kidding? I take my camera with me whenever and wherever I go, because… you never know what you might see. In the city, at night though, I am fascinated by the lights and the moving traffic and as always I like to play to create effects that will give the feeling of the motion and the excitement you get in that environment.
I remember when, as a little girl, I was sitting on the back seat of the car, leaning against my mother, watching the city lights as we drove through the streets of Montreal at night. When we were on the mountain, the lights below were specially beautiful. Even now, I recall those moments vividly every time I see city lights.
I loved the colours of this one, taken on Sunday night. It really gave me the feeling that I was hoping to convey of a city at night. It is such a sharp contrast from the peaceful country night, lit by stars and moon, moving through the sky with a quiet dignity and grace.
This was a special night in August, when we still had Joni with us. She was beginning to show the effects of her illness, so I had walked her on a shorter than usual route to meet Steven who had taken the long walk she usually enjoyed so much. Joni and I had come along the path through the woods and out along the edge of the playing field where I saw that the clouds in the sky were most unusual, after the sun had just set. We walked further on and sat to rest at the picnic table just at the edge of the path where we would begin our walk back home. I looked back at the playing field and really liked the way the lights over the playing field silhouetted the trees so well, and formed an interesting foil to the strange striated cloud layers. Joni sat and waited while I balanced my camera on the picnic table and took this photograph.