I find that every place, every object, every contour, change completely when the daylight comes to an end, and artificial lights turn on completely new worlds. As a particular category of this wide world, in this section the title refers to open views and silent paths which underline the feeling rising at the end of day and the magic of the darkness. For each place I chose one shot, like a cycle of pieces that would like to paint varying interpretations of a musical form that in Chopin's work found its highest expression and turned into delicate poetry.


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