Jason Baluyut<p>Everything was bigger in Brooklyn back then: our loves, our fears, the future. When the moon looked close enough to touch, we laced old sneakers together and threw them high, trying to hit the lunar surface. They never did, just ended up dangling on streetlights. The moon is smaller now, like our lives. But the sneakers are still there, a constant reminder of our old dreams. An invitation to try again.<br><a href="https://ohai.social/tags/photography" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>photography</span></a> <a href="https://ohai.social/tags/photoart" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>photoart</span></a> <a href="https://ohai.social/tags/doubleexposure" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>doubleexposure</span></a> <a href="https://ohai.social/tags/astrophotography" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>astrophotography</span></a> <a href="https://ohai.social/tags/moon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>moon</span></a> <a href="https://ohai.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://ohai.social/tags/scifi" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>scifi</span></a> <a href="https://ohai.social/tags/nostalgia" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>nostalgia</span></a></p>