Outside my bedroom window are two competing structures: the George Washington Bridge and the New Jersey Palisades. Only one of them is more apt to be photographed than the other. We celebrate the bridge, this structure of our own ingenuity, and ignore the rocks and trees and skies and seas, writing them off as the backdrop to our cityscapes and skylines.
But perhaps I’m looking at them both the wrong way. Can I look at the bridge and see the earth that the steel beams came from? And can I look at the rock face and see the potential creations it contains? The difference between the dirt and the flower is simply the way in which you look.
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Words: Jim Kast-Keat
Image: Jim Kast-Keat
Music: Gangi
