Wednesday, February 20, 2008


In January the tops of these palm trees were hacked off leaving behind a clump of comrades attempting to stand proud. But then some time yesterday all but one went up in smoke.

The air smelled of smoke while I wandered around photographing the fallen comrades. The remaining Palm rustled in the wind as if to say, "I'm glad that you took notice of their demise." Directly behind me is the gated community I live in; most cars sped past me barely glancing my way.
Quote: When all think alike, then no one is thinking.
Walter Lippman

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