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?