
Light on Borrowed Time
Fourteen frames shot over three weeks in a Lisbon apartment where the afternoon sun arrives at 3:47 and leaves without apology. What does it mean to photograph light that belongs to no one?

Light on Borrowed Time — Frame 07
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Fourteen frames shot over three weeks in a Lisbon apartment where the afternoon sun arrives at 3:47 and leaves without apology. What does it mean to photograph light that belongs to no one?

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