Ten days in Berlin
In February I spent ten days in Berlin in February, the in-between time when it's not quite winter and not quite spring, and everyone is excited waiting on the cusp of the fine weather to come. Which basically means consistently telling me how much better Berlin is in the summer and spending all of their time drinking in clubs at night because they can't do it during the day, yet.
Regardless of the haters, I thought Berlin seemed perfect in it's periodic gloominess, and the frequent drizzle left a deep saturation to the street art on the buildings that I focused on for the majority of my photo-time. So cheers to Berlin — the dreary days and the brilliantly light, wild nights.