Captain Gluck turned up his collar and shivered. His hand groped in his pocket for a small lady's pistol. Of course, it's a toy, but it instills a little peace of mind.
The play is over, but you're not home yet and you're not in your bed. We still have to reach it. Are you sure you can? This building could be a theater, but it's a circus building. And now it's empty. The clowns have taken off their costumes and red wigs, and the pink ponies are sleeping.
Black sky... maybe there are angels living there, but now they are not visible. Looking around, you rather expect the appearance of evil spirits. Don't be afraid, there are no werewolves here. Or are they still there?
The light of the lanterns gives hope. You're still alive and maybe you'll get home...
Are you sure about this? Then I'll turn off the light. Is that better?
Now the circus does not seem funny. The streets are empty, everyone is waiting for something.
The handle of the ladies' pistol is already pretty hot. Glew hastened his steps. They echoed loudly from the walls of old houses and drowned in darkness.
Something rustled upstairs. Glew jerked his head up...
He didn't see the angels... but the main thing is that there were no devils there either...
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| Camera | Sony A7М2 |
| Lens | Samyang 35 1,4 |
| Location | Russia |
| Post-production | in LR |
Manual processing in Lightroom
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