You know what relaxes me?
How is it possible to be so titillated by the dilapidation of man-made structures? I don’t know. The best answer I could give is that the inexorable wearing of structures sets my mind on mortality, and how things ultimately end. In the right light, in the wrong light, decay is a beautiful thing, and endings can be a good thing.
The Daily Post’s Photo Challenge for this week is to share a photograph of something that is deeply loved.
Welcome to the 21st Street Bridge. It’s an art deco structure finished in 1932. While it isn’t currently the same flavor as it was when it was first constructed, due to changes made to its risers during its expansion in later years, the view from beneath the bridge beautiful to me.
Okay, so it’s not a favorite childhood item or a photograph of a favorite memory. And it may be slightly macabre. But it is my fondest representation of a one of my most cherished subjects to photograph.