OK if I’ve gotta put words to these:
It’s back to my seeing growth or progress in destruction. If this were photojournalism, the pile of wood might be the remains of a family’s home caught in the path of a tornado. As it is, this is lumber thrown out of the dilapidated house next door by its new owners. They’re tearing into the place and bringing it back to life.
But really it’s just a study of light, pattern, contrasts.