VERDANT AFRO ART

Well seeing as those presious extra hrs would be during night fall

I’d start with Moonlit walks

Soft light, long shadows, and quiet roads. It naturally slows your heartbeat

first thing I’d notice is how the darkness comes at me layers, Deep blues, soft violets, pockets of shadow, and the occasional warm spill of gold from a streetlamp. My eyes adjust, and everything starts to reveal itself.

I walk slowly, letting the scene find me instead of hunting for it.

I notice as a puddle catches the light and the reflection of the scene nearby, just right. I hold my breath, and take the shot. The shutter clicks quietly, like it doesn’t want to disturb the silence

A little farther on, a single moth circles a lamp, its wings flickering like paper cutouts. I raise the camera again, adjusting the focus gently, trying to catch that split second where its wings blur into a soft halo.

The air feels alive in a way daytime never is. There’s a sense of privacy, of being let into something sacred.

Each photo feels like I’m collecting pieces of the quiet.

not aiming for anything specific and suddenly the moon washes the pavement with pale silver, and the shadows stretch long like they’re reaching for me. I plant my feet, lift the camera, and hold still. I wait for the light to settle.

Night has its own language, the lens is my translator

I keep walking, camera warm in my palm, ready for the next opportunity