Last week, there were pictures on an angle, pictures of reflections, vertical lines, and so I looked for those similar opportunities to capture those.
The pool offered some great line opportunities even some reflections - some of them will end up in a project. The park waterway behind/next to Laney, with its curves caught my eye. I am entranced by curving lines, a curved path, curves in the water, the curves of the body, arches curly queues - much more than straight strong lines.
Curving lines are mysterious, leading, promising a new view, a new perspective. There are curving paths in fairy tales - into the dark, scary, dank forest where the witch lives, where the vampires lurk, where it is most like about to turn to night suddenly. The path into ID. The path woos and entices little Red into the wood where the Wolf seduces her off the path. It's easier to fall off the path, to wander off the path when it's curving.
The path out of the woods, into the light, leaves adventure behind, nightmares behind, growth behind. A person changes on the curving path. Not always for the better, but usually wiser.
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