I like the colors, contrasts, and angles of this loading zone, like an interrupted lesson in perspective…
And the retro-technical implications of this water-meter complex, begrudgingly counting flow.
Grey clapboard and concrete cannot hold back such a brilliant sky.
Nor can the symphony of these angles delay the onslaught of light and time.
Sometimes all we can do is wait.
Even if the spaces were not built for us and do not want to hold us.
We’ll pass through nonetheless, in submission and defiance.
[All pictures taken with a $15 LG900 phone. It was all I had in my pocket.]