There is something sad and small about a community that defines itself by an old water tower. Lacking any significant landmarks, they chose this one:
I suppose you could call it functionally beautiful, as it is in the desert, stark white against the always-blue sky. That, I suppose, is in itself symbolic.
Then, there is this:
Sparkling water in the hot desert sun, falling over a big black ball (8-ball?). I normally “get” stuff, but this I don’t. Really, what is it??? Yes, I know, much of art’s beauty is in the eye of its creator and this might be an example of that.
Well, it’s late and time for bed now, and I have more weighty matters to mull than these. But I still think it’s all of very questionable value or significance.