Exhaust | Vents reflected Worn-out frame Tattered treatment |
M
ultiple perspectives within a single plane of view. Roof top exhaust vents are reflected in this image of another old neglected building. A study of the juxtaposition of the antiquated and the relativity new, this photograph is a comment on the track of time. As the school year rushes to a climatic end, I feel worn-out and very much in need of a break. This mood is conveyed in somber knotted blue.
“So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.” – Bob Dylan
