I'm most interested in the second figure, directly behind this first one, just to the left and separated by a stone wall that serves the neighborhood cats well - I often admire the black long-haired's light-as-a-feather walking routine. But structure number two, similar in all ways to the first and closest number one, can barely be seen as manmade. A witchy vine veils the top three-fifths and seems haphazard, though intentional, in its tangles. Several house finches hop from one stiff tendril to the next, as brown as the dormant mass; its verdancy must be restored in the Spring.
house finch, captured by Ed Gaillard
Today brought with it an unhappy mixture of snow and sleet, but the finches alighting on the dead branches of the vine oppose this grayish weather. I'll go and fetch my camera. No more wondering about how the towers will look from the fire landing underneath my windowpane.