It’s a gray and quiet morning for an Easter, which is usually chock full of traffic and people milling around the park in their finest outfits by 8 am. Instead there are quiet streets and dark churches, which should be sad or lonely or any number of other distraught words but actually made me feel hopeful. For a change, at last, it seems that people in this accursed state are fully invested in this desperate race to flatten the curve.
With a little urging, Keely took us west on 7th Ave. up to Duval, where we headed north to the Publix plaza — again, a place normally buzzing on holiday mornings but empty and quiet today.
There might be rain later but for us it was simply cloudy and grey. Believe it or not, today’s photograph is in full color, it just looks black and white!
I tried tweaking it to bring out the blue tint to the clouds and the green in the tree limbs but nothing took, so instead I added a bit of a “vintage” spotlight instead. My artistic excesses know no bounds.
Why utility lines, you ask? I find the junctures of utility lines fascinating, and always have. They are our social connections and our civilization written in the sky with hardware and wire, an almost obsolete image of technological progress. I am amused by the transient nature of utility lines, which sit in place for years or even decades and yet are nearly invisible and, when replaced or torn up, completely and instantly forgotten.