Can't help shooting endlessly on those hard light blasting sunny mornings.
The city gets into its rhythm, tourists start to flood the center, bars and restaurants prepare their terraces for another busy day, suits and ambition hurry with an uncertain arrogance.
And then the light, low and bright, hard shadows, unflattering. By midday the fun is over. Only selfie-making, phone staring people left, overcrowded streets, squares and canals. I never was a morning person, how things can change.
The city gets into its rhythm, tourists start to flood the center, bars and restaurants prepare their terraces for another busy day, suits and ambition hurry with an uncertain arrogance.
And then the light, low and bright, hard shadows, unflattering. By midday the fun is over. Only selfie-making, phone staring people left, overcrowded streets, squares and canals. I never was a morning person, how things can change.
