I was part of the medical operation across the race weekend. Not a spectator, not there to make images. Inside the environment, watching it unfold from a vantage point very few people are given.

The cars were never the subject. What held me was everything around them. The anticipation before a session. The movement of people across a space built for one weekend a year.

I followed the build rather than the spectacle. The frames I kept were the ones from after dark, when the circuit came alive under the lights and the noise and the heat all arrived at once.