Dakar: Sunday sunset on the hill, at the lighthouse

Woah, the air is so pure, the wind is singing in my ears and I'm literally feeling every dying sun ray on my skin, as my buddy Jan and I are climbing the hill with our Nikon cameras and our tripod and, of course, our user manuals, willing to take thousands of photos...

Moments like this, in Dakar, my hometown, are filled with that kind of unbelievable "nothingness" and even time seems to wait...

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