Empty but not empty. Full of bits and molecules. The air is heavy with it. Takes your breath away. And the sheer volume of the structure….hanging there. Still, but always moving. Until that one moment, when it will come rushing down. There will be no stopping it. It will make an impression. Indentation. Convex, concave of eons of time in one fail swoop. I will be glad I am not there. I will be glad for it’s rest. It’s finish. It’s resolution at last.
Published by debra fadely raber
there are pictures all around us. and to capture them is like magic and a little bit of science. a moment in time….still. i have been interested in photography since i was a child and have been shooting for many years now. i am a visual person, more an artist than a photographer, but am able to integrate both. i think i have an eye for composition and like to manipulate the images. i am not a purist. enjoy my work. i also love writing and hope to begin to share more of that here. View all posts by debra fadely raber