Friday, February 22, 2013

51/365





It is kind of poetic the way foot steps in the mud are frozen in time.
Like a time lapse of people on their daily routines
One person on their way to work
Another maybe going to eat
Some to meet up with old friends
Maybe some of them are lost...
Or wandering..

Layer after layer of foot steps in the ground 
Thawed with the warmth of the sun
Then frozen in time as the temperature drops
Shaping the ground 
Into some kind of time capsule
With the precision of their path  
The directness of each step.

Where are you going?


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