It was minus three degrees Fahrenheit this morning. My car whined and the lock reluctantly accepted the key. On my way to the city, I passed a number of industrial smokestacks ; the billowing smoke of each formed a mound of biomorphic shapes. Stay just that way, I thought, until I get back and capture the moment. Of course—the next moment will always be different.
I wanted to graphically illustrate change. ( enlarge for a better view