It all begins with vines. In my own mind, I call this wall of a Free Street parking facility 'the vineyard'. The entire wall of the next door office building is covered with vines, berries, leaves and such. Of course, the wall changes through the seasons and really during the summer months is unnoticeable almost. As the leaves turn, it comes to life. I'm sure to most, it's not even here. To me, these subtleties in life's natural quiltwork just jump out all over the place at me.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wall Works
It all begins with vines. In my own mind, I call this wall of a Free Street parking facility 'the vineyard'. The entire wall of the next door office building is covered with vines, berries, leaves and such. Of course, the wall changes through the seasons and really during the summer months is unnoticeable almost. As the leaves turn, it comes to life. I'm sure to most, it's not even here. To me, these subtleties in life's natural quiltwork just jump out all over the place at me.
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I know this wall, I know these vines. I'm glad you don't run the other way when things 'jump out' at you. This would be a consistently blurry blog if you did.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful laconic image!
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