Berlin Dusks

Dusk is my favourite part of the day, always has been. It's quiet and soft, and makes me remember people I love. When I was little we used to play in the front yard by the weeping cherry tree and the jonquil patch all afternoon until the dew started to settle and our toes went numb in the grass and the dirt. The inky mute colours in these photos remind me of that, and the smell when Mum hosed the garden; the smell of the hose, the water, the dirt, the jonquils, the dew. Inside would be all warm and bright and smell like dinner, and when we went in our toes would feel funny and cold and burny as they warmed up.