Re-growth, Bainbridge Island

Function turns to form, emptiness to expansion. What once was, now again is. Like old times, the bold, new form embodies vitality and vigor, limited only by the sap flowing through its curious roots. Paint splashes across the crumbling walls, as if rogue artists attempt to demarcate what is ours and what is not; but we don't own the world around us. It owns us. When we step back, forget and desert our rough creations, the natural world steps in and weaves its own strands, reminding us of our foolish efforts to tame what was never meant to be controlled.