Reading between the lines

This is India, or so I believe.   A friend sent me this picture.

 

Well, this is not always America but in this particular case, in that particular day,  it was. An unintentional poetic wiring, right there, offered to my camera, in the middle of the city, with the Atlanta Buckhead’s skyscrapers in the background. Wouldn’t you wish that every pole line be that evocative?

See also this link this comment, for the French-oriented, in my other blog (http://bubbly2.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&post=247).