I recently read a post in a blog that I am following involving a personal anecdote which was used to illustrate the author's point about a topic/issue. Also recently, I related a personal anecdote to someone online to illustrate a topic/issue. Today I will relate that anecdote again, here. It isn't nearly related to the photograph except that the time period of the anecdotal story and when the photograph was taken are near to one another and/or overlap. Here is the anecdote in the exact form that I related it previously... I like to call it, "Why I like skids."
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I love skids, stacks of skids, pictures of skids, broken skids and leaning skids.
I once knew a guy who built them for a living. Got paid a dollar a piece. Dude started taking body building supplements and got himself up to $72 per hour. That was pretty impressive. It drove him completely insane, and I had to disassociate myself from him. He wasn't that nice to begin with, so I wasn't very aggrieved that I had to stop hanging out with him. Now every time I see a skid it reminds me of that guy.
_________________________________________________________The photograph itself relates to greenery, not skids. It's nearly entirely blue, not green. And, as discussed previously, blue is not one of the colours that greenery escapes to later in life. But, like many things, green is incredibly affected by light and reflection. Greenery can be blue, too.
Bluery.
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