Shot on a winter dusk in the City of London, this photograph catches a rare, delicate alignment above the skyline — the full moon hanging still, a lone bird sweeping across its path, a drifting soap bubble rising through the cold air, and a thin wisp of smoke curling from the Walkie Talkie. For a brief moment, these unrelated movements share the same quiet space. Beneath them, the glass towers reflect the last light of day, holding the city steady while the sky is filled with small, fleeting gestures. It’s a scene made not of drama, but of the subtle coincidences that appear when you look long enough.
Shot on a winter dusk in the City of London, this photograph catches a rare, delicate alignment above the skyline — the full moon hanging still, a lone bird sweeping across its path, a drifting soap bubble rising through the cold air, and a thin wisp of smoke curling from the Walkie Talkie. For a brief moment, these unrelated movements share the same quiet space. Beneath them, the glass towers reflect the last light of day, holding the city steady while the sky is filled with small, fleeting gestures. It’s a scene made not of drama, but of the subtle coincidences that appear when you look long enough.
