Rusting gears, limestone fretwork; one set of things is missing the rest of its machinery, and the other is missing the bulk of the architecture to which it used to belong. Maybe the rest was part of a filling apparatus at a chocolate factory. Maybe the rest of the building was brick, or greystone, or whatever rocks were handy 150 years ago. Probably there had been some sacred purpose; maybe people walked beneath these curves to weddings, baptisms, funerals….and then one day they couldn’t. It was over. [More stuff I can’t fix.]
But put these remnants together, in one image, we get something at least pleasing to the eyes. Maybe it’s just my eyes?
There’s something appealing about the fact that the true colors here belong to the part of the image you can’t really see.