I’m fascinated — endlessly so — by the western views of the Live Oak branch of the Santa Cruz Public Library. The property sits on the edge of the Corcoran Lagoon, the wet foundation of the local AM station’s radio antennae, and the ocean.
How many libraries distract with windowed views of two bodies of water, I keep wondering.
And divide like stained glass cues by the obtuse-angled, unintentional triangular webbing of the guidewires. It was easy to miss, unless you kept looking at it, how thinly magnificent those wires worked together. Not with their primary purpose — but with each other, a conversation of movement.