In the midst of industrial Cleveland, there is a pile of gravel. It’s a large pile, fenced in and deserted, a looming blob of slate gray – save for the single, large, pink flowering plant that’s burst from the side. It’s a shock of life in the dank, monochrome world around it, and a small beacon of hope that brightens my day. A blink later it’s gone, but the instant glance was all I needed.
Instant
2010 -
06.22
