I love the boundry line where man and nature colide. The space we have claimed but still stand small against. I am not sure why it appeals to me so much but I assume its the tension created when progress meets nature head on. We all want the modern convenience that city life affords, but at the same time crave the feeling of freedom only the great outdoors can provide. For some reason these boundry zones also seem their most cinemtic after a cold spring rain, when your breath hangs heavy in the air, and fog refuses to lift. Its this moment when man and nature are truly one.
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