Thursday, October 16, 2014

Parabolic Curves

How I love telephone poles and wires in the fall. The mellowing browns and blacks are extraordinary. The looping, natural parabolic curves bring me to my knees. The cross bars, insulators, joint-boxes and transformers all share my rapt attention. I barely see the no parking signs and streets of asphalt and cement. Somehow they represent life eternal while the trees and flowers discolor, die and fall behind them, barely noticed.

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