George·Tohmé
We sat close on the steps as the sky dimmed to a deep blue, someone's fingers finding a chord that made the others lean in. Bottles caught the lantern glow. No one moved to turn on another light, and I liked that we let the dusk decide.

Porch Light, Barefoot

The front steps

We sat close on the steps as the sky dimmed to a deep blue, someone's fingers finding a chord that made the others lean in. Bottles caught the lantern glow. No one moved to turn on another light, and I liked that we let the dusk decide.

Nearby work