My city, most beautiful at night

Good Saturday dear Friends and Photography Lovers🙌📸

You know, my last posts aren't just moments — they're memories written without words. I love my little town, its streets, its main square.... And that clock on the square... As far as I can remember, you could always hear "Meet me at the clock"

Here, let's meet at the clock in my city with the first photo, and later we'll take a little walk around it.

On that night, when everything falls silent,
the city reveals what the day hides.
Its old facades whisper stories to those who know how to listen.
The scent of a summer night, a gentle breeze and the sound of footsteps in the distance...
These are not just moments — they are memories written without words.

Here, under the light of the lamps and the watchful eye of the city clock,
you feel part of something bigger.
Not because something is happening, but precisely because nothing has to happen.
Just to exist… here, now, in peace.

The silence seems to tell its own story — slowly, without haste.
Streetlights cast warm shadows on the empty cobblestones.
The clock in the square ticks slowly, as if it too does not want to disturb the peace.
A few passersby pass by quietly, lost in thought,
and the city... the city breathes lightly, as if it is sleeping, but dreaming awake.
And everything seems somehow closer — thoughts, and heart, and sky.

My city. The most beautiful at night.

How the poet in me gets activated when it comes to my town. And you know what, I have a little notebook in my backpack when I go out to take photos. The words come to me on these walks and I write them down, because I'm afraid I'll forget them.

A little technical part.... I took the photos with a Nikon D750, 50mm lens, manual mode, f/1.8.

This is all for Today dear Friends, see you Tomorrow

👋👋 @goga22