Monday, 30 March 2009

Crossing the divide


Following the straight and narrow constrains: drumming differently enthrals. But it also corrodes connections: to thine own self, to family, and to society. Alienation is a step closer to destruction. The hackles are rising as the heat intensifies, casting light on both the fertile ground and the waste land. It is hard to be seen when living in a shadow.

8 comments:

brattcat said...

And when we are in shadow how deeply we long for the light.

Jacob said...

Philosophic conundrum. My head's spinning!

Sally said...

Don't worry - it's only the tarmac in the shadow - the grass seems to be doing pretty well! Neat fringe effect.

Julie said...

A tarmac is a desolate place to inhabit at the best of times, that alone in shadow. It is heart-rending to see people - and I am talking about people here - who are without an outside source of warmth trying to drag themselves out of the shadow using meagre reserves of internal warmth alone.

Sally said...

About Customs House: Why do you say is it under-used? The cafe at the bottom is always full, at cafe Sydney it's like there's no recession, and the library always seems to have lots of patrons. I always see it as a very vibrant place!

Julie said...

I left my thoughts on your blog, Sal.

Ann said...

Stunning composition.

Shaun said...

I would not have seen the shot here and you found i, and made something interesting out of it... well done...