And then the night comes
Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
After spending almost a week indoors with the flu, today I finally got out with the camera. Misty day is turning into a night and this is how I felt.
This shot was taken in Vantaa, Finland, near the place where I live.