I passed this house where the owners had begun this stone gate, but they did not finish it. With time, the stones began to weather and Mother Nature claimed it for her own. Everyday I passed by this structure on my walk home, never paying much attention to it. Until one day, I stood before it- camera in hand. 'And beauty emerged from the mundane that we call everyday life'.
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Blinded, 2011 |
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