Late summer light
The best hour is not the golden one but the one just after, when colours go quiet and the shadows lose their edges.
Occasional notes on walking, weather and slow photography.
The best hour is not the golden one but the one just after, when colours go quiet and the shadows lose their edges.
One lens, one notebook, one route without a map. Most of the good pictures come from the walk back.
Fog makes every street look further away than it is. Worth getting up early for, twice a year.