Layers of movement, both stylistic and physical, found along the Vltava River in Prague.
Layers of movement, both stylistic and physical, found along the Vltava River in Prague.
A market conveniently placed at a tram stop somewhere in Prague offers commuters the forgotten item for dinner as they make their way home.
Their surrounds disregarded as they share a moment between one another.
A momentary contrast between varying states of motion.
Restocking supplies and provisions for those passing through the space between the metro and streets above.
A leisurely afternoon spent trying to sell a trip up the river.
Siblings rumble by one another on a narrow street somewhere within central Prague.
Like moving divisions of soldiers in battle, the tour groups expediently concur the major streets and pathways of the city. Their fearless leader providing marching orders guided by a raised umbrella. Unabated through whirlwind touring by nothing except postcard destination photo ops, tchotchke purchases, or a cigarette break.
The receding angle of shadow cast by the sun a prequel to the opening of this corner’s souvenir shop.
An unremarkable situation now feels rather noteworthy and uncommon. The banality of a phone call on a packed tram now anything but mundane.