The meeting of pavement and earth, we know it well. It evokes the smell of childhood - hot tarmac and sweet earth, the boundary between what gives and has been taken away. Photographer Dave Andrews' shot evokes not only the smell of summer but the sight of stillness, the distant hum of cicadas humming in the golden hour stillness. Is this where God would choose to be? I think so, in this patch of earth, dwelling in the space between earth and sky.
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