Description
On the bottom floor of an historic building in Buenos Aires, the
light at dusk falling on the well worn floor tiles was magical.
I was without a tripod and it was very challenging to be down on
the floor holding the camera steady enough for a series of exposures.
Often times the light is most beautiful when it is just about to leave
for the night. This situation inevitably leads to holding ones breath
and praying for enough steadiness to capture the fleeting beauty of
the moment.
