Do I see some benefit in being opaque? I seem to have cultivated a style of writing that echoes my images - difficult to read sometimes and especially when they portray simple, common subjects. Yet it's not a matter of being obscure but rather that I tend to take the longer way around. It's always seemed more interesting and ultimately it provides me with more insight. Perhaps it's a bit perverse but there you go.
What I like about this image (remember when that was the sole point of this blog?) is the way it reflects what holds our world together. The composite of rough concrete and a touch of granite bring the urban world into focus, perhaps more fully than my forays into urban/natural decay would suggest. Yet when I separate this from the nearby storm drain and dead snow, I can see this composite more clearly, see it for what it is or what I have allowed it to become.
That's really why I bother.