Taiwan, November 2023.

What better place for me to watch the many admirers from?

The old city of Kotor, Montenegro, on a November night. After hours, and after tourist season. There was nobody else walking the streets, and no businesses open. Like exploring a movie set after the shooting has been completed–there were scripts, stories, characters here. What? Who? Why?

I have gotten comments* with a common theme: “John, these pictures are great, but sometimes I can still tell what they’re of. You should kick up the abstraction levels until I have no idea what I’m looking at.” Wandering around Brussels at night, with its quantities of colored lighting and reflective surfaces sufficient to make a nineties computer game blush, I found the perfect place to satisfy this request.