I came across this recently in Grafton. Grey, raining.
I saw the photo this morning (it's now 9 p.m. here in Italy) and wanted to comment, but I couldn't decide what to say. Now I'm trying, but I don't want to criticize, I'm not even in the position to dare to do that.
The title of the post refers to the phrase written in marker on the pillar, but the writing is barely visible and its meaning still remains mysterious.
The phrase is something, but the photo seems more interesting to me as a document of an engineering detail and a space that evidently has its own story to tell. Perhaps a story of obsolescence, of aging, but also of a material power demonstrated by those large paws firmly planted in the ground. A story of survival.
I would have liked to have had a broader look at the surrounding context as well and a color rendering that perhaps would have brought out more details about the artifact's life.
I imagine that this photo is part of your commitment to observing and documenting bridges, roads, urban corners that you have recently (or at least I think so) dedicated yourself to.
It might be a good photo to play with in a Play Raw on pixls.us.
What do you think
@Stevenson Gawen ?
I like the wide HDR of the shot, though I'm not sure Nokia got it right, and I'm intrigued by the tonal depth of this corridor to nowhere/somewhere. Even the pillar on the left, in the foreground, seems to me to have something to tell, when viewed in color.
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