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Vanishing point
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.