New post coming soon, as in tomorrow, hopefully.
But for now, here’s another picture of a monorail to tide you over. I really should make a category called “monorail worship” over on the side
I imagine he may have been thinking of days like this past weekend, when it seems like all you can see when you look up are endless expanses of blue – blue for which there are no boundaries – seas of soaring topaz, vast swaths of azure splashed with milk clouds, indigo pigments ground up and soaking into the parchment of the sky.
Such blue skies are like a perfect backdrop for the sharp intercut of the earthy relief of jagged man made constructs daring to jab upwards into the heavens with their razor sharp borders. Blues so encompassing, I couldn’t but help to put something concrete in each shot as if to remind myself I am still of this terrestrial life, as if pointing the camera straight up into the very middle of the blueness and pushing that shutter might be to lose yourself into the profundity of blues so deep they saturate the very silicon of the camera sensor and reach out with their siren calls to embrace you in their greedy swallow.
People sometimes ask why I like tall buildings. This picture from the Mori Tower pretty much sums it all up.
More sky worship after the jump…