It happens whenever a clear night, a silent moon, and a vibrant rose.
A different kind of a goodnight wish… one that gathers the earth and the skies altogether.
When looking to my viewfinder I had a black canvas which almost enveloped the rose, and a silver shy moon that watched and kept everything in balance.
It was a silent moment, in which my own breath seemed so loud and I struggled keeping it as lowest as possible, so I would not tremble and ruin the smoothness of the photo.
Shot it, downloaded it, and starring at it the same night…. a serene speechless mood, in front of a such unaltered-by-man-beauty.
Keep on looking, keep on dreaming, at her, at him, under the same dark sky.
Goodnight moon, said the rose.
Andreea Radu 