The Blue Hour at the German Bridge -Gothenburg -Sweden
I had been out on a photowalk through Gothenburg during the blue hour.
The city was still, the lights reflected in the canal, and the sky carried that deep, muted blue that lasts only for a short while.
I thought the evening was over and started packing up my gear, but when I turned around, I froze. In front of me at Tyska Bron, the sky had shifted—from deep blue to an intense magenta. The light changed within minutes, as if the night was painting its final masterpiece before giving way.
I stood there, photographing in silence. Completely alone. It was a moment almost impossible to describe—truly magical.
After a minute, the spectacle was gone, and I could finally head home, smiling at the thought that I had waited those few extra minutes.
