Abandoned, lit by the twilight, existance meets illusion. I love the ambivalent mood.
I’m realizing, that you put in words exactly what I felt when I saw this image and took it. My brain seems to lack the ability to make the leap from image to word. I’m not so bad the other way round and also “word only” and “image only” does work. Perhaps that’s why I’m not adding words to the pictures?
I wish I had a say about what an image makes me feel like you have here. Yes, I do love the ambivalent mood as well and I adore, how memory forms this strong bond between existence and illusion.