Our car comes to an abrupt halt in midtown behind a flatbed truck that carries this dazzling stack of steel scaffolding struts. A syncopated pattern presents itself in the alternating colors of their feet, looking as joyful as a steam calliope tune. Is this the pleasing gestalt that comes from system, or from chance choices, or from the dancing interplay of both? And who signed this ephemeral construct with an "E"?
TITLE - "Stacked Scaffolding"
WHERE - Quebec City, Canada (2019)