Anna Klepper

Anna Klepper

  • Anna Klepper
    Published 8 months ago
    Passing by

    Passing by

    I was on my way home from a long hard day at work, with chattering teeth, clasping my coat to try and block the rainy gusts of ice cold wind whipping my face, when I passed by one of my favourite restaurants and caught a glimpse of the outdoor seating area, through the gate, only just. Almost walked on but decided to stop and turn back, stepped up to the gate to peek through and admire the scene. Something about the play of light captivated me. The warm glow of the lightbulbs, the reflection of the wet floor, the pattern of the black wire chairs, the blurred out droplets of water on the gate.