Posthuman Blues

I just took these. The first one involved clambering over the concrete rim of a fountain (dormant for a winter yet to actually happen) and maneuvering on my back in order to see the tangled and cobwebbed electrical infrastructure beneath the central sculpture.





This sculpture adorns the lawn of the Raphael, a nice hotel down the street.





Usually these multicolored lights illuminate a sheet of water. Now the water's off, but they're kept on anyway. (Note the drifting "orbs," known to photographers as "light flares.")