Taken on the same cold winter day as the picture in my first post of this blog, the south leg of the Arch catches the setting sun through broken cloud. It looks extraterrestrial or perhaps even divine, a ribbon of metal falling from the sky into the trees. Okay, maybe that's a bit pretentious. If I had some stout bone and a few large apes, I could pretend that I'm that I'm a low-grade Midwestern Stanley Kubrick and make a picture following a femur and the mysterious steel into the heavens until we see a slowly rotating space station, then associate it with an MP3 of the fanfare from Richard Strauss' Also Sprach Zarathustra with a segue into The Blue Danube. Man, that would be a lot of Photoshop work.
Are my notes getting too obscure?
TOMORROW'S POST: A Profane Triptych