St Petersburg and its fragmented sky (2018–2020)

Wires running through the luminous sky have always reminded me of the stained glass.

That which is above is like to that which is below.

Something that I posted with a hashtag #wiresdaily.

How often did I stop, overwhelmed by the sky full of light (sometimes hidden, for now) and shiny everything below?

With a yoga mat behind my back, walking slower on my way from the greenhouse in the park at ten in the summer evening, when everything seemed brighter and lighter in the season of white nights.
With a university bag, frosty early morning — obligatory takeaway coffee cup as an accessory and a slightly overestimated (and definitely overpriced) anchor to reality.
Doing groceries — with my pocket full of apples.

They say, cinematic streets are rarely dry. I once saw a crew making rain on a rainy day.