December 19, 2016

Fissure
Fissure

You can tell where I’ve been walking by the photos I show.  Over the overpass again today, on my way to/from a haircut, and studying these rusty exposures of rebar along with the stresses of time and weight on concrete.

They create a whole new landscape of their own, I think.  The bar disappears behind a low range of hills in the center, there, reappears, and finally shows us its roots in the riverbed below.

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