Late afternoon. At least the sky managed to battle the grey for now. // 366skies
Early afternoon. The silence of the day, under the bushes and keeping most of the city at distance. Trying the same for thoughts, with less success. // 366skies
Early evening. Laying on the bench, looking up. Still, there's some kind of blue to soothe the day. // 366skies
Throwback April 12, 2012. Stories of old. The kind of art to emerge in buildings left behind, partially reclaimed by nature, partially still keeping that old coat of decoration and paint meant for their very own purposes, once. (On Instagram, years earlier.)
Afternoon. The sharp lines and shadows on concrete. The city and its light. // 366skies
Late afternoon. Always in spring or summer. The challenge of being right here, right now. // 366skies
Early afternoons. The quietness in windy moments. // 366skies
Early evening. The blossoms that are, the clouds that aren't. Dust of a warm day on skin and mind. // 366skies