ku # 397

Sometimes I feel hard and cold as steel in an island-isolated universe. But along the road there is always comfort that wraps me in a gentle embrass, and many times from a most unexpected source. Transient as the moments might be they leave an indelible mark.

Comments

[Jim Jirka]

Mark,
I like the conflict of the delicate, colorful leaves as they caress the cold hard steel railing.

[Darwin Wiggett]

I really like this image alot. The red leaves grabbing the rusted rail and engulfing it like the fingers of mother Earth clutching a scab. The composition, the colours , the presentation all work in harmony to give me the feeling of tension and conflict. Stellar work!