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.)
