an arena of ancient mexican warriors playing a game of meso-american kickball
this was a violent place, long fallen silent and peaceful, to be admired as a relic of a distant past. makes you wonder if sometime in the future, our descendants will look upon the ruins that we leave, assuming we leave something to look upon.
walking around, the trees and the weeds and the little flowers didn’t care that there was blood spilled here ages ago. they just grow, with whatever they can find, slowly converting the mortar into fertilizer, photosynthesizing at their own sweet pace.
makes you wonder why everyone gets so worked up about stupid shit, even at this advanced stage.
(inspired in part by this post on Ian Garrick Mason’s blog)
doop HQ 
Enough of your photo-graphy. Check out the tag at my place and get ready for some real time wasting!
That’s a very compelling environment.
“the trees and the weeds and the little flowers didn’t care that there was blood spilled here ages ago. they just grow, with whatever they can find, slowly converting the mortar into fertilizer, photosynthesizing at their own sweet pace.”
Mankind will be the ruination of mankind. The rest of the nature, etc, will just go on.
I need mental kicks to the head like this so I get out of my navel and stop freaking out about little things. Or even big things.
total perspective vortices help with that , K!
AIF, thanks for the link. And nice photo, too — I can visualize the crowds sitting, um, somewhere in there…