Twisted, Sharp, Reflected Waves

Last photos from the fort: these ones of the wire, the tattered remains of who knows what and the radar tower all the wire protects. The long lines of barbedwire end up looking almost like pages of music with notes and sound waves changing in pitch and tempo.

Even though this place always seems deserted the radar keeps on turning, can’t help wondering what it is looking for. And if it’ll ever find it.