Night Ferry

The ferry leaves at ten and arrives at seven. In between, a crew of thirty keeps a small, bright town awake over black water.

I booked a cabin for fourteen nights and asked for no special access. Most of the pictures happened in corridors: a cook on a cigarette break, a night auditor counting coins, a deckhand watching a lighthouse he has passed a thousand times.

Night changes what a workplace is. The passengers sleep, the rules loosen, and the people left over talk to each other in a way they never do by day.