updated Jul 12, 2026
As often, I’m watching the afterglow, this time over the Daugava, surrounded by clouds turning a deep orange against a slightly purple sky.
The moon emerging from behind these almost unreal clouds draws my attention as I grab my camera. Looking through the viewfinder, I suddenly see an airplane slowly crossing the frame.
Moments later, I look back at the picture, still deeply surprised, almost unable to react. Such evenings hold more than they reveal