My original title for this shot was Gone to Seed. But that didn't seem right. But I wonder what prompts someone, a farmer in this case, to let a structure go. There are scientists who study what happens to things when we let the wild take it back -- The World Without Us kind of thing.

I like to think that this farmer made the choice to let ivy grow on his old brick silo, like an experiment or folk art. It's like my garden statue of The Bird Girl made famous in Midnight In the Garden of Good of Evil. When she was new, her resin form was painted an antique bronze. The longer she stands in the back yard, the paint has been slowly falling off. My family keeps asking when I'm going to repaint her. Never, I reply. I like watching her age. The Buddhists watch their mandalas blow away. Why can't I do the same?