Visual Diary: Kanazawa Wakes

My favourite time to photograph is when the world hasn’t fully committed to the day. That slow shift from darkness to blue hour, and finally, to sunrise. The light is softer then. Streets quieter. People move as if the weight of the day hasn’t found them yet.

There’s a quiet in those early moments, someone on their morning run, lost in their rhythm. A vendor arranging goods with ritual precision.

Am I part of their morning? Or just a shadow, drifting between their routines with a camera?

I’d been in Japan a little over a week. Finally out of Tokyo’s chaos, Kanazawa felt slower. Easier to move through.

These are the fragments I caught before the city realised it was being watched.