Late afternoon. Listening to imaginary sounds. The clouds are barely moving. // 366skies
Early evening. The busy city under grey skies. Again. But there are structures to hold on to, quietly moving even without a noticeable wind. // 366skies
Early evening. Shades of grey shades of blue and some lights to counter both. The city is calming down, drifting between the seasons, drifting between waiting and moving on. // 366skies
Afternoon. Office windows for now. Few glimpses of sun. Little wind. And the day coming to a halt. // 366skies
Throwback March 1, 2015. Old connectivity casting shadows. Desaturated not just by the years gone by. But still a certain aesthetics in old unanswered phones. Originally posted to Instagram.
