I found this composition near the Carstairs Gas-Plant tonight. After looking at it for a while I get the sense of loneliness and waiting. But mostly waiting. It's like the tree in this image is waiting but ultimately it is in vain, being in it's last stages of waste and regret.
Sometimes we find ourselves waiting for something purposeful or our big break in life when really all we are doing is wasting time and opportunity. Better to be moving all the time and keeping ourselves open to any situation. A bullet is nothing but an inert piece of metal until it gets chambered and fired. Whether it hits it's target or not, it can not serve its purpose standing still.
