The blue hour is a window of about twenty minutes between day and night. People who photograph know it well; people who don't are usually at dinner.
This is an open archive: every time those twenty minutes catch me with a camera in hand, something lands here. Rooftop portraits, lit windows, the sea that with four minutes open becomes memory instead of water.
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the sequence
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#01One lit window in the blue. You don't need to know who lives there.#02An honest kind of cold. The bike was someone else's, the patience mine.#03Four minutes open. The sea becomes what you remember, not what you see.
