Time/layers/sedimentary/history/knowledge      

What if you frame nothing? Does it become something?      

Once access, To a building now in decay, A method of escape. Rusting.

Supporting such mighty creations, stretching from one shore to another, connecting, Oh, Gravity.s      

Two Worlds, Part of One, Symbiotic, Alien

And what a lovely rock to sit on.

Trunks, massive, pushing upwards, Straight, to infinity, Piercing, Powerful. A contrast, mesmerising, A Juxtaposition of man and nature; Metaphorical?

Movement and light caught in shadow ever changing That Sun.

Invoking a Cold-War future: A world decimated by nuclear war. Habiation now only exists in purpose built domes, a delicate balance of life and population. — Actually the biome at welsh botanical gardens.. slightly less apocalyptic. http://www.gardenofwales.org.uk/

In amongst the fauna, metallic and cold, constructed not grown ; inorganic and organic. Asthetically symbiotic.

Terrain akin to mountain ranges; Vast; Enter a world: the source of us: A Leaf; Cells, formed and specialised for photosynthesis; Absorbing light; Creating Life.

Thirty Three Thousand, Seven Hundred and Ninety. 33 790 “Thirty Three Thousand, Seven Hundred and Ninety Eight by Marion Kalmus is a two storey inverted cone of glassy sheets, which makes it appear that the core of the building is constructed from moving water and light. Its simple beauty presents a stark warning to us…