Dusk

A poem of sorts -

Dusk comes early now.

The setting sun shrouded in rain and fog casts a half light glow on the few remaining leaves.

People, hidden under their umbrellas hurry home thinking about their evening's plans.

The blurry sound of traffic surrounds me and I try to hold on to the light before it fades.



Thank you for the wonderful comments and hearts on my long exposure picture of yesterday and a few days ago. I do love this effect and it's the way I would paint if I had the time and skills. :)