somebody said it's unfair, the picture distorts the scale. maybe there's a better angle to view the scar of the obamachron, but this is the angle from the window where i live. i think of the angle of light, the poem of emily dickinson, and i look it up, a certain slant of light. interesting because slant implies judgement, and i guess my angle is slanted, but it's a gut response to the injustice of the theft and the devastation of the park. nothing could be more incisive, or slanted, than that.

None may teach it – Any –

'Tis the seal Despair –

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –

Shadows – hold their breath –

When it goes, 'tis like the Distance

On the look of Death –