I’ve always loved the title and description of this photograph. “Hit, Miss, Hit” - seems like a day in the life of anyone. The rhythm between windfalls of prosperity and misfortune. Up beats and down beats. Without this contrast, there would be no such thing as rhythm. And rhythm is the fuel of life. Zoom out far enough and you’ll see the break in the clouds but from out current vantage, it’s invisible. ~ü Hit, Miss, Hit Like a giant transparent lintel made of rain pouring hard straight down, with a section of no rain. This was taken at the entrance to the Wupatki National Monument, off old Route 66, Arizona.

I’ve always loved the title and description of this photograph. “Hit, Miss, Hit” - seems like a day in the life of anyone. The rhythm between windfalls of prosperity and misfortune. Up beats and down beats. Without this contrast, there would be no such thing as rhythm. And rhythm is the fuel of life. Zoom out far enough and you’ll see the break in the clouds but from out current vantage, it’s invisible.

~ü

Hit, Miss, Hit

Like a giant transparent lintel made of rain pouring hard straight down, with a section of no rain. This was taken at the entrance to the Wupatki National Monument, off old Route 66, Arizona.

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