Wayward thoughts - Concrete sky
A city in slumber; a dawn awake. I was amazed by how useless everything looks before nature, almost gross.
Then I snipped off a part of the picture to get rid of the grossness, to make it pure.
And what did I find? The sky devoid of character. The clouds appear to be touching the ground in what looks like a dust storm, or they could be the remains of a mangled aircraft still retaining some strength in its engine to careen towards its end.
There is nothing here to give it a background, a motivation. Nature is orphaned when it does not have us. It is antiseptic without the concrete to contrast with its beauty. There is nothing in the beyond except what we imbue it with.
And when the morning sharpens with laser-beam heat, I shall burn the sun.