Initially, I wanted to do something torch-like with flowers or reed. But that concept didn’t work for my black-and-white, portrait-format agenda, and besides, I was much too late to experiment with this idea while the sun was setting. But on my way home with barely satisfying results, I took the chance to use this meadow in the vicinity of the village’s first houses.
Finding a meadow where flowers are still allowed to grow is even harder than I thought.
The covert voices of the party-people nearby.
Stay open and mindful of your surroundings. You may find a solution on the last meters. And the quality of the dwindling light is just amazing while it lasts.