The staircase that leads you down into darkness

[Gianluca Drago]

I devote Saturday mornings to food shopping. I take my electric bike, a plastic bucket in the back basket and one in the front basket, a backpack, a couple of cloth bags, and go to the street market in the city squares. I have learnt that I cannot do the two things at the same time, that is, shopping and photography. But this morning I wanted to go back and take better pictures of the neighborhood agave that I had photographed last year, so I put my camera in my pocket.
Unfortunately, I found the agave in poor condition. The construction workers working on the apartment buildings around it had thrown everything at it: plastics, cement spatters, cigarette butts. The plant is suffering.



Can one be so insensitive to such a plant?

Patiently, I tried to clean up the agave as best I could (stinging myself to blood, even), but I couldn't get any better photos.

I did, however, find a narrow staircase nearby that caught my attention and hadn't noticed the last time I visited the place. It is the staircase that leads down into darkness. It must have appeared there for a reason.

 

[Rob MacKillop]

Wow, great story, Gianluca. The agave looks pained. I feel for it and you!

And that is not the last staircase you would ever want to descend!

 

[Brian Moore]

That is a wonderful portrait of that poor agave. Were I the owner of the apartment buildings those construction workers would be dismissed instantaneously. Heathens!

Love the staircase images, Gianluca. Can't help but imagine those heathens descend into those depths each evening.

 

[Gianluca Drago]

@Rob MacKillop, @Brian Moore and all, thank you for your appreciation and empathy.