We stepped out of the Violet Hour, looked up and spied the waxing crescent moon framed by a tree and the rooftops.
moon over wicker park
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Simply put, I make photos of the things we see everyday. Small scenes we see and forget.
We stepped out of the Violet Hour, looked up and spied the waxing crescent moon framed by a tree and the rooftops.