evenings and are longer, and that magic hour between day and night seems to be prolonged when the clouds do not spoil the magic. The other day down an alley behind bars, light and only light, I pulled out of the lethargy in which I sunk these days and could take several shots. The bulb at that moment I found interesting and the tree, which is already a cliché in my shots, I liked one more time with her swarm of branches that give way to the leaves of the next season. 
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