I love looking up when I’m in new places. Or old places where I’ve forgotten to look up. I’ve been here before — several times — and don’t remember seeing this confluence of branches and fronds. Nice patterns of negative space, too.
Negative space? It isn’t really negative, is it? Its just as valid a space as any other, don’t you think? I’d be more likely to call it “the space(s) in between.”
“In between” even sounds good. A bit quirky. Yes?