crossed lines

thrift store, Franklin, NC

Franklin, NC, right off the main drag  

I took this picture because it seems a strange conglomeration of lines and space: The graphic lines of a rustic cabin, hanging in midair, built with big old bolts and pieces of weathered wood, the weird, trite silhouette of the little pig-tailed girl, the phone lines, the electric lines going up the side of the building, the transformer, the street light, the insulators–yikes!

 

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