Dust is an amazing thing, when you stop and think about it: It’s made of us (the death of our cells), of pollen (a sign of the life of spring), and a myriad of other ingredients that make up that gathering layer. It might be annoying to clean away sometimes, but when it’s stirred up in the golden light of the morning sun it’s magical. It’s all a matter of perspective.
The same goes for proverbial dust: Abandoned building (urban dust), or a fallen tree (rural dust). For some, those things might represent failure, for others progress; some may only see waste, others potential. Click on the photo below to follow the link to a list of abandoned sites around the world: Some may see them as a sad indictment of human waste, but I see those places as monuments to someone’s ingenuity, to meeting the needs of the times, perhaps to false planning or miscalculation, but either way they are rich pickings for my imagination as a writer – I imagine the human stories behind their creation, at their demise, and those still affected by the fact of these sites now.