Vanishing point

[carly_kai]

Eerie beneath a grey winter sky, twisting in the heat of the summer. I have always enjoyed the parallel lines that twist sinuously as they head towards a single point in the distance.

 

 

 

Converging or diverging? A choice or not?

So is much of my life - I know the answer and it is often not what it seems to be.

 

That which appears to be straight and level often is not - even a slight deviation can be seen when we step back. Sort of like many areas in life, no?

 

One straight, one a bit bent. Which are you?

 

Canadian Pacific behind CFB Trenton.