It happened again. When a seemingly incongruous object in the landscape suddenly jumps forth. Square, stark, angular, stretching upward as a monument to the style so common to the country’s larger metropolises.
Yet, somehow here in the beautiful countryside it stands unfinished and gathering mold already, awaiting a completion that may never arrive.
Yet this small transitory thing has the power to displace perception and miraculously become a magnet of beauty against the immortal backdrop of Nature.
How is this possible?