There is a man of age on stilts of brittle wood, balancing on a tree trunk. The man has frail wings of long twigs that are roped to his arms. His business suit is worn and has the essence of a pallbearer. His surroundings consist of twigs and tree trunks that have been burnt by a horrendous fire that enveloped the world around him, while the background is filled with a corrupting fog. It’s as though his wings are trying to fly him to everlasting hope as he attempts to glide to his once justified world. The antique color scheme sends an eerie feel, as does his face of pure concentration. The concentration people go through to get what they really want in life.
The way Parke Harrison took the picture straight on instead of at an angle lets you see the realistic height in which this man is dangerously from the ground. Such a feat of courage must have been difficult to capture in a matter of time. The antiquity of the photograph sends an amazing realization that this picture is something to ponder about, rather then just something you walk by with a glimpse.
