Dusk is one of my favorite times of day.
The world is winding down or, depending on the day of the week, winding up (hey there Friday night).
Various lights are starting to glow to life in the buildings, on the cars and in the street.
But the light of dusk itself is just so pinky-purpley perfect.
And I'm not even a huge pink/purple kinda gal.
(I know, I know, so cliche photographer of me to talk about all the light.... sorry not sorry)
These were taken from a rooftop in the city a few months ago.
They're nothing extra special but they commemorate a good day.
And good days are worth remembering.
Many times over.
The world is winding down or, depending on the day of the week, winding up (hey there Friday night).
Various lights are starting to glow to life in the buildings, on the cars and in the street.
But the light of dusk itself is just so pinky-purpley perfect.
And I'm not even a huge pink/purple kinda gal.
(I know, I know, so cliche photographer of me to talk about all the light.... sorry not sorry)
These were taken from a rooftop in the city a few months ago.
They're nothing extra special but they commemorate a good day.
And good days are worth remembering.
Many times over.
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