Silhouettes, Brooklyn Bridge
The Ocean Foam
I don’t remember what I was thinking when I took this photo. When I look at it now, I imagine myself under a breaking, looking up for the light, for air, for anything.
There is none.
I’ve had a bad day.
Making this picture almost drove me insane because the sun kept moving, throwing off the position of the little stone thingie. Trying to figure out the crop was equally frustrating - looking at this makes me sick. But I kind of like it.