"The sun is never bright enough..." That is so correspondingly exact about these pictures, as for me. And the line itself is a reflection of the words I once composed, a reflection blazed by the low sun...
Those words that can be exaggeratingly called as a poem contained:
The Moon is never bright enough.
And every star that softly chanted,
being afraid of night above,
we took for granted.
But what's the difference between the Sun and the Moon if days and nights are confused and don't really matter?
...and these pale photographs are just timid signs of an upcoming night. And the Moon. That is never bright enough.