It feels like a world of hard edges when all you want is a simple elegant curve. So much around us running at right angles or in perfect parallel. Never the sweeping exquisite curvature you want just as the sun finally starts to fade into the late afternoon.
I remember the skate park near where I live. Soft gentle ramps transitioning into smooth concrete half pipes and skate pools
Later in the edit, my young friends provide context and depth to what I came here to capture. Happily, I offer it here today. A day searching for a soft gentle bend in an otherwise straight and ordinary day.