Friday, August 11, 2006
In much the same vein as my previous entry, this image once again finds me looking way back at things that were in their prime long before I came along.
I cycle past this fallen tree quite regularly. It sits on a quiet curve between the river and the bike path, and like the shattered building I wrote about yesterday, has been on my want-to-capture list for quite some time. So on a stinking hot afternoon on my way home from work a couple of weeks back, I parked the bike and observed it from a number of angles.
On the surface, it's little more than dead wood, something that no longer contributes to the world around it.
I'd like to think otherwise. Wouldn't you, too?
Your turn: How can an old piece of wood inspire those who stop in on their way past? Why would you stop to observe something like this?