Volume I Ā· Chapter III
Golden skies, quiet streets and the everyday corners that slowly started to feel like mine.
Some places introduce themselves through famous landmarks. Cheltenham came to me more gently: the same road in different light, a familiar view at the end of the day and skies that kept making me stop for one more photograph.
It became the steady background of my journey ā not one dramatic scene, but lots of small moments when I realised I knew the way home.
From my camera roll
āI took a ridiculous number of sunset photos in Cheltenham. Iām not sorry.ā
Sunset at the end of an ordinary day.
Gloucestershire, England Ā· Frame 01
From my camera roll
āEven an ordinary ceiling looked interesting when the sky was this blue. I liked the shapes almost as much as the view.ā
A bright blue sky framed by glass and white lines.
Gloucestershire, England Ā· Frame 02
From my camera roll
āThe colour only lasted a few minutes, which is probably why I liked it so much.ā
The last pink and blue light over the trees.
Gloucestershire, England Ā· Frame 03
From my camera roll
āAnother sunset, because apparently I can never just walk past one without taking a picture.ā
One more golden horizon for the atlas.
Gloucestershire, England Ā· Frame 04