Wow. Yes, this is exactly what I meant to leave in the photographer's comments box :-)
Thanks for taking the time, Paul. Just as I was about to delete this shot ... now it will stay here a while longer.
Originally posted by ubique:
Here we have the ultimate bucolic scene. Gently rolling pastoral land, and the abundant evidence of a man's honest labour. It's an ordered, timeless world, ruled not by clocks and meeting agenda, but by the sun and the seasons. The land here is both harvested and nurtured, a perpetual cycle of mutual benefit.
But in the foreground, there appears in the rank weed heads the evidence of another, wilder world snapping and snarling at the very borders of Shangri-La. A world of haste and neglect. A world consuming itself in ruin. This malevolent land yields nothing. Quod Severis Metes.
Separating these two incompatible foes is a road; a protective membrane that guards the gentler land from infection by its chaotic neighbour's primitive excesses. And just in case those damned weeds don't get the message, there's a bloody big sign.
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