I'm not sure what it is about this accidental image that intrigues.
Is it the simplicity of form and shapes and sizes superimposed one upon another? The 'architecture'? Or - is it something much more complex?
Is it about the singular ball captured mid-flight? Reaching and stretching... with its goal and final destination within its sight..but still and not quite yet arriving?
Or - maybe - it's about the joy and freedom found within the journey itself..and nothing at all to do with that end goal where it is so clearly heading?
Or..and again - it could be far simpler and more straight-forward than any of that. Perhaps it is nothing other than childhood remembered?
I don't know what it's about..but only that there is something about this moment that captured me.