Cinematic Sunday

I was thinking the other day about how to capture, photographically, the afternoon light on a cloudy Nordic day in winter. That strange, labourious light that slowly suffocates the day.

The temperature here is about 4 C. With the wind chill we're pushing -10 C.

It's a Friday afternoon and the streets are filled with life, despite the best efforts of the encroaching darkness.

Winter can do nothing to stem the desire of homo sapiens to converse.