Day 14: utility/telephone pole, downtown
Funny how in the quarantine the days seem to bleed into one another, metaphorically speaking, and it's hard to remember which day of the week it is. Or was...or will be. But today I had to walk - from my old farmhouse just outside of city limits - to the Post Office downtown, in the small Oregon town where I live, to mail a letter. Wasn't honestly feeling much like taking pictures of anything. Except for the old disease of the roaming eyeball, I supposed - while my feet walk down the sidewalk, my eyes roam hither and thither, and ---
They settled upon the textures of what used to be called a telephone pole - except in this day and age of internet, fiber-optic and broadband, I think the new correct term is 'utility pole' - which was standing alongside the sidewalk, next to some dense shrubs and trees. And the wood itself of the pole looked as though it had either survived a mutant alien attack, or was breeding a new strain of urban fungi, or possibly had survived a small localized conflagration. So up came the Pen F and----
Voilà!
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Taken with one of the modified jpeg-Color Profiles from the Pen F's front dial - it's strange to be shooting only jpeg's with this camera, I wonder how long that will last.