This fire hydrant fascinates me. I walk by it every day walking the dog in the neighborhood. I haven’t yet figured out how to make an image of it that conveys the special mood it evokes in me. It is so disheveled, rusted, painted on, swallowed by jungle…but it keeps on keeping on, like a trusty soldier at his post.
You are likely to see some more attempts down the line here as I try to capture the “essence” of this hydrant.