After midnight a slice of K Street NW transforms into a runway for transwomen -- escorts, prostitutes and otherwise.
Jim and Megan Kopp spend their waking hours driving between North Carolina and Virginia, checking on both of their drive-in theaters.
This is no ho-hum taxi: Passengers wail and croon as a Virginia cabbie ferries them to and fro.
Wildlife rehabilitator Leslie Sturges cares for bats in her Northern Virginia home.
Bob Taylor, 81, prowls Ben’s Chili Bowl during the hours around closing time, providing young revelers with Polaroid-frozen artifacts of their evenings.
The spin cycle brings people in and out of a 24-hour laundromat in Mount Pleasant.
While many are sleeping, the Guardian Angels volunteer crime patrol unit works to safeguard the city.
Someone must always be praying in a chapel at St. John Neumann Church, and the duty is handed off every hour, day after day, among 300 adorers.
In the dark hours of the night, a comforting voice picks up the phone to talk to distressed callers.
It’s the middle of the night, but for the EMT squad, this is no time for sleep. The call is coming.
Dennis Parker at Mac’s in the District fixes wheels in the dead of night so others can cover the whole world of highway he dreams of exploring, too.
Tell us about your night-time gig, nightly excursions, pre-dawn rituals, or whatever else you’re up to in the wee hours of the night.