Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Saturday, March 14, 2009

No Prose Needed...

Sunlit Mast
But when did that stop me? Besides, this heavenly shot by Nathan Parsons deserves some kind of write-up: Seen here in the wild, these temporary spires can be found alone and in clusters. Courthouse parking lots, interstate breakdown lanes, suburban sinkholes, there's almost nowhere these broadcast obelisks won't pop up. Often reaching apogee just around dusk, they then contract altogether, before reappearing in empty parking lots an hour shy of midnight. Me, I avoid 'em these towers of babble like the plague; but only because I almost O.D.'d once on generator exhaust and Cheesy Poofs. Don't ask. Just know that young Nathan laid a halo on this leaning steeple, bringing a sense of divinity to an otherwise ugly appendage.

Not bad for the new guy.

3 comments:

in-gun-ear said...

You photog type guys. I could never get a shot like in a million years even if I faked it.

Miami Fan said...

Something tells me those "spires" are an endangered species.

No one wants to buy new live trucks.

It's old, expensive, dying technology.

Their days are numbers so this sight may not be as common in the future.

Lenslinger said...

Tru dat. Soon the idea of poking a stick in the air to let somebody know something will seem as silly as that old bag phone I got around here someplace...