Sometimes with pictures like this I try to figure out what it really is. Not so much this time - I just love it for what it appears to be. Your sky is so rich and layered, and the winter rains just beginning to fall. (An aside, in LA, the air gets so dirty because we have rain so infrequently, that I imagine it really does rain "dirt".) Below, the last of the fall's harvest of hay bales wait in the field to be collected, the rest of the field fallow and waiting to be turned. I'm fond of found patterns and designs and this is totally delightful to me. I also like the "flatness" of it, because it is not at all flat, but richly patterned throughout.
Abstract beauty, metal and rust making visual poetry together, existing simply for what it is without demanding narrative, comfortable feeling despite the sharply defined edges in an undefined setting, and oddly familiar, like the strange corners of our lives.
this is an excavation
i can't interpret this
but i love it
there is some cave drawings
a murder, of course
i think i see an ice age.
and somehow, it has all grown
its dendrochronological
This is fab! I see an outdoor marketplace full of people, many in hats, some with beards, all draped in flowing, exotic robes, a couple of dogs and a cat. Every time I look away then back again I see a new face. Wonderful find :)
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