Tuesday, October 28, 2014

String Art

I love the little tendrils of fiber as they 
spiral away from the fading leaves.
There must be a reason for it, other than
for the eye-pleasing curves and
twists of light against dark. 
Just across the street, other lines thread
their way across the surface 
of the sidewalk, little dried rivers 
of sediment on the concrete map.

1 comment:

William Kendall said...

I can't decide which I like more, though the second one has a bit of an alien landscape feel to it when taken this close.