Treasure Island

Dianne Michele Dumas

(01/09/19965 / United States of America)

Urbanism


Urban life I try and leave as the asphalt turns into the muddy path before me.

Watery puddles and ponds as I meander
down the trail to this swampy wonder.

Urbanism doesn’t leave me
as I notice the rusty tin before me.

In the foreground a blur at first and then all at once.

Awakening to show the decay of what has been.

Submitted: Sunday, January 26, 2014

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Inspired by the hike from Oaks Bottom to Oaks Amusement Park in Architecture 281

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