Evening. An odd kind of motion. An odd kind of light. // 📷 366skies
Halfway through the day. All colours are quiet, no clouds to hide these skies. // 📷 366skies
Early evening. What if we learn to look up again? // 📷 366skies
Evenings. Different flavours of light. And the stories they hold. // 📷 366skies
Early morning. Empty spaces. Different kinds of quietness. // 📷 366skies