Madison, Alabama, is a growing small town, a small city, ringed with new neighborhoods and strip malls. Commerce orbits of the city like planets circling a small sun.
Downtown Madison is its own small town. It doesn’t grow outward but develops inward. Old buildings, a few new buildings, and a main street that follows the railroad tracks into the west and the dusk.
But Madison comes alive when the day ends. The dusk quietly translates into a quiet destination. Shops close but their lights continue glowing, as if dusk has paused, anticipating tomorrow’s dawn. Restaurants light up with people, sounds, music, the aroma of a grill that’s working past exhaustion long into the night. Car doors slam, couples stride from street to sidewalk, laughing, talking, looking ahead anticipating a good meal and a good time.
There’s magic in the array of lights. You don’t notice the street lights as much as the aurora of lights around buildings, from small yellow lights to storefronts blazing white. Not that everything is bright. But everything is light.
All photographs were taken with an iPhone.