The Glass City
The blue hour is my favorite time for urban photography. The cold sky contrasts beautifully with the warm lights of the streetlamps on the bridge. The river transformed into a massive glass mirror, doubling the beauty of this quiet little town.
The Observer
In the silence of dawn, after a night rain that washed the pavement, the historic square becomes a sparkling mirror. A single observer, protected by an umbrella, contemplates the still-lit facade of the building, witnessing the passing of the night. In a magical play of reflections, it is a moment of rare beauty: a silent dialogue between man and city, captured just before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.