The City at Night by Brian Anderson

The City at Night by Brian Anderson

There’s a quiet that comes over Glasgow after midnight. The crowds disappear, the shutters go down — and what’s left is the real city. The side most people don’t see, or maybe don’t want to.

I’ve been walking these streets for over 30 years, usually when everyone else is inside, warm, in front of the fire or the telly. That’s when I feel most alive — camera in hand, taking it all in.

I’ve walked through rain that soaks right through you. I’ve heard silences that are louder than the daytime noise. I’ve passed shadows that said more than words ever could. A lot of the city is rough at night — full of danger, sometimes. But it’s honest. And weirdly peaceful, too.

At night, the city drops the mask. No fake smiles. No suits. Just real people — the characters. The lonely ones. The wild ones. The ones with stories in their faces.

Funny thing is, when it’s just me and the city, I don’t feel alone. I feel connected — in a way that’s hard to explain. Like I’m part of something bigger, even though I’m by myself. It’s quiet out here, and in that quiet I find a bit of freedom.

Over the years, I’ve seen things no one else noticed. A man eating chips outside a chippy like he was the only person in the world. Two boys arguing under the glow of a streetlight. A woman dancing on her own outside a club that wouldn’t let her in.

Folk say the city goes to sleep. But it doesn’t. It just changes. It dreams.

And I’m still out there — walking, watching, camera ready — still in love with every bit of it.

Aye of course I sell prints and merch. Photo Brian Anderson