At the pier the angler is busy playing the hook, I walk to the beach, the night has begun to fall. Dusk was sinking and the light was no longer perfect for shooting. I didn't see the lighthouse, I only saw the red light blinking.
I decided to reverse the direction of the lens to the city bridge. Several cafes shone on the water surface of rivers and bridges very far away.
I walked closer and wanted to bathe in the night light over the bridge. I thought, it's a great idea to splash yourself with the night light over the bridge.
This city bridge was built during the colonial period. And it was good after the Tsunami. Some of the buildings around it were city buildings and below it was a river. While in the vicinity was another part of the pavilion and elsewhere a dimly lit cafe that was forbidden to open.
The beach near this bridge is a beautiful rainbow beach. At night I am often lonely here. The wings spread at night and sometimes contemplate events such as the fringes. This is something strange, but reality always does not live up to expectations. But bathing under the light is the solution.
This is all guys for my wednesday walk. THANK YOU