So often things that we pass by daily would talke on an entirely different aspect if we just stopped for a while and looked at them…hard.
I photographed this in a run down, deserted house in California. Hard to say how it came to look this way. No matter, the colors are amazing.
There was an instant yesterday by the Charles River when it seemed everything stopped.
It has stood there as long as I’ve been alive, much much longer in fact. The oak is so old now that its large horizontal limbs are beginning to crack and heavy wet snow and high winds will soon do real damage. So in 10 or so more years it will probably have to come down.
The endless cycle of birth and death continues and I for one will morn its passing. But it’s comforting to know that somewhere on the edges of this vast lawn are little oak trees just beginning to sprout.
Hard to believe some of these beautiful flowers are still going.
I suppose technically this picture could be titled “Under The Overpass”. However, I felt that’s too many words.
Its color and abstract linear relationship between elements are what makes it. The fact it’s a highway structure is almost irrelevant.