The Silent Withering

 

Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing,
The silent withering of autumn flowers
Dropping their petals and remaining motionless;

The Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot.

The latest entry from an urbex adventure in Staten Island.

 

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  1. Jim Denham

    30 Apr 2012

    Really nice connection of the prose and the image Mark! Some things just wither with no sound or way of letting anything know! I like!
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  3. Mike Criswell

    1 May 2012

    Great URBEX feel to this, nice work, perfect for HDR

  4. Erik Kerstenbeck

    1 May 2012

    Hi Scott

    Super inspiration and great composition!

    Kindest Regards, Erik

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