Berlin wears gloom like a second skin, especially in winter, when skies stretch endlessly in grey. This photograph captures the weight of that mood, softened only by the geometry of the city itself. I was walking aimlessly when the light (or lack of it) felt almost painterly, demanding a frame. For those who appreciate atmosphere, this image translates melancholy into quiet beauty.
Berlin wears gloom like a second skin, especially in winter, when skies stretch endlessly in grey. This photograph captures the weight of that mood, softened only by the geometry of the city itself. I was walking aimlessly when the light (or lack of it) felt almost painterly, demanding a frame. For those who appreciate atmosphere, this image translates melancholy into quiet beauty.
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