Reaching out against the sky, spires that would make a cathedral jealous poke holes in the blue. Massive footings – shoes that would be big for Paul Bunyan or even Finn McCool fill house sized footprints on the riverbank. Gothic arches soar, leading the eye up and onward towards heaven, or at least the underdeck of the road.
In my last post I described Infrared photography, likely causing eyes to glaze over and spontaneous naps to ensue with my not so technical audience. This time around, I’ll just stick to IR pictures and keep the commentary to a minimum. I hope you find them interesting.