I stopped for this shot because the contrast hit me quickly — a bright, late-season sunflower standing in front of an aging power substation. Natural solar power in the foreground, old wired energy fading into the background. The selective color wasn’t just an effect; it was a way to make the metaphor visible. This one flower caught the light and held onto it while the rest of the field — and the infrastructure behind it — felt worn down. It was a simple moment, but it captured the shift from what powered us before to what might power us next.
I stopped for this shot because the contrast hit me quickly — a bright, late-season sunflower standing in front of an aging power substation. Natural solar power in the foreground, old wired energy fading into the background. The selective color wasn’t just an effect; it was a way to make the metaphor visible. This one flower caught the light and held onto it while the rest of the field — and the infrastructure behind it — felt worn down. It was a simple moment, but it captured the shift from what powered us before to what might power us next.