An unfinished chorus
A melody that arrived late and still has nowhere to go. Keeping the rough shape here before it changes again.
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A melody that arrived late and still has nowhere to go. Keeping the rough shape here before it changes again.
Mostly wet streets, closed shutters, and the quiet hour after people leave. A first pass through the contact sheet.
Less contrast than expected, soft at the edges, and difficult to focus. The mistakes may be the part worth keeping.