These bleachers are old. This field and the school that once owned it are also old. The school is no longer a school, it is instead a victim of time and of municipal amalgamation. People come here to train horses and to graze them. At one time they came here to learn and to play baseball. The wood is decaying and the metal is rusting which is also a form of decay. I like this photograph because it reminds my of the past and also of the future.
Decay is balanced by new growth - apparent here in the form of greenery. Greenery is one of my favourite things.
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