“The wind was picking up off the ocean now and the whole coastal scene had a bleak, abandoned look, as though Maine in November really belonged to the ragged gulls who wheeled over the sun-worn pier, and the humans had just gotten the news and taken a powder.”
~ Jonathan Lethem, Motherless Brooklyn
Photograph: © StephiaMadelyne
Somewhere in the Middle of Nowhere
Art of the Familiar 
Ooo, I got a shiver just reading that!
A brilliant book… thank you!
Gorgeous composition.
Thank you darling. I have become enthralled with power lines as of late – how they mark our sky, cut through our view, cross and cross again across the sky… As with much of what I do, I have not worked it all out yet – this is why I photograph the similar subjects often and try to present them in varying ways. One of the reasons I do this, at least. As always – your comments mean the world to me…. xoxo Fia