I can't claim to know a city until I've walked its streets in the middle of the night-- that's when the dark hush descends and all that's left is artificial light and the other night creatures. I've fallen in love with Paris, New York City, Brussels, Heidelberg, and London in the dark, but my hometown is a different story.
When my family moved to Payson, I was six years old and just delighted to have my own room and a best friend down the street. Then, as we traveled to other places, I realized that being stuck in near-comatose suburbs for the rest of my life was a claustrophobic nightmare. That hasn't changed, but now that I'm on the verge of fleeing to college in some faraway city, I've realized that thirteen years spent growing up in a place leaves its mark on you; I'll forever be originally from Payson, Utah.
I've spent years running through my hometown late at night with friends, or alone when I'm tired of home, or with my dog when I'm feeling kind. These photos, all taken within an hour of midnight, document the places that I've had adventures in while growing up-- and the beautiful quiet of my own deserted suburban streets.
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