When the light makes night, makes itself frayed, difficult to hold with the hand. The shade lengthens in the corners, the things, the people. The electric luminosities ignite, with gas or wax. The stars are shown above the villages and small hills. Within the urban limits the light becomes risks, continual and vibrating, becomes rhythm, and thus flees from the silence of its absence.
This month the participation beat a new record: 104 photographs, of which we publish 78.
Congratulations to Marie Sordat, from France, for the magnificent serie sent. Distinction also to Pedro Vilela, from Portugal, with the lighthouse photo, and to Elizaj, from Roménia.
We thank all the participations.