Whenever I took photographs in Paris, my lens always seemed oblivious to the hundreds and thousands of tourists and inhabitants strolling around me, as if it was all mine, art and shadows. Now, these days, with all the closures, this is how I still imagine the museums; sitting, waiting, watching the shadows turning and time…

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: WHEN THE MUSÉE WAS OPEN TO SHADOWS — Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly