Dublin | Monochromatic Walk in My City
I walk through Dublin the way I read a poem—line by line, shadow by shadow. The city unfolds in quiet monochrome, where damp stone, soft fog, and flickers of old brick blend into a visual rhythm I’ve grown to understand. This is not a postcard version of the city. It’s a city of edges and echoes. Of alleys where time seems to settle like dust. Each image is a note in a personal diary—written without colour, but rich in texture, shape, and pause. This is how I see my city when I stop trying to capture it—and simply let it show me its mood.