• 07/11/2010

I did my first graveyard shift for Black Press back in September.  I was part of a crew of photographers who were to document a day (or 24 hours, as it were) in the life of Esquimalt.  My shift ran from midnight until seven in the morning, and boy was I glad to come home to get some sleep.  I would be hard pressed to call Esquimalt ‘lively’ on a Tuesday morning in September, but I did get some decent shots, though.

Before heading out around half past eleven, I tried to catch a shut-eye for an hour or so.  That didn’t work, but I did get some rest.  I made some coffee, which I put on a thermos, and a sandwich.  I also bought some chocolate covered coffee beans the day before, in case I finished the coffee. I found that I didn’t really need them, but I had some anyway – they’re that good.

It was strange driving around town, and it even became a bit eerie when the fog started rolling in.  I was frequently reminded of The Mist, a Stephen King novella I read a few years ago, especially when I stopped at Macaulay Point Park.

All in all a good night, and I learned a few things along the way – which is always a good thing.

00:06 – Nataliya reads in bed before going to sleep.
01:20 – Fog at the corner of Admirals Road and Colville Road in Esquimalt. This one made the cover.
03:32 – Fog at Macaulay Point Park. ‘The Mist’, anyone?
04:45 – Taxi driver Hashim Khawaja was having a slow night in Esquimalt.
05:47 – Alan Ash starts his mornings with some coffee and a smoke.
06:14 – Curt Spaven laces up his boots before heading out to maintain the Gorge Valley golf course.
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