I see rocks among the dried tares, the plants that grew and died in their season. Life ebbs and flows while the brick wall and mortar never changes, never moves except as urban artists alter its surface. But it only changes the obstacle surfacely...even the white "circle" like a hurricane icon does not move the brick edifice. Life rises and falls before its limits. The self-important elements war with each other: red of fire, brown of earth, white swirl of wind and storm, but naught affects the universe. The tempest is held within the planetary bounds. We wither like the grass...
How did you capture all that in one photo? Genius!
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I see rocks among the dried tares, the plants that grew and died in their season. Life ebbs and flows while the brick wall and mortar never changes, never moves except as urban artists alter its surface. But it only changes the obstacle surfacely...even the white "circle" like a hurricane icon does not move the brick edifice. Life rises and falls before its limits. The self-important elements war with each other: red of fire, brown of earth, white swirl of wind and storm, but naught affects the universe. The tempest is held within the planetary bounds. We wither like the grass...
How did you capture all that in one photo? Genius!
Oh, I just love you.
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