Nothing much, but a tall lone crane, wishing 'twas surrounded by others again, a brave and lonely and nostalgic stand, while towering above the concrete human land. But its cause is not lost, for, alas, I see another crane in the corner peeping at me.

All together brilliant, I like the photograph and love the poem, is it an Original Grodgeman.

Certified original
I have nothing to hide
by my singing their praises
you'll think I'm on their side
but they are useful gadgets
which really help man
lugging round hefty stuff
no normal man can
the only very real problem
and you will all surely agree
is that they spread too much CONCRETE
unfortunately
but life's give and take
"progress" pushes us round
and we'll all just live with it
till a new planet's found
which will never happen
not many good ones around
in the meantime some people
not so far away
are smashing up concrete
but not in the right way

Almost too "lofty" for my poor crane-ium. But like anyway.

I love the second part of your second reply Grodgeman, I hear
Keep taking photos in the eye of the storm ,as sometimes even mere minions will sight the blight from all the sides.
I hope it can be de sculpted ,
but I fear for the regimes that charge for first post that they well might deliver an Unmerciful Host .

not all that's high
is good you see
the fall hurts less
for modesty
how much that was lofty
tumbled down as it must
with no strength left
to blow off the dust
modesty is closer to reality
accepting most of what must be
only big tyrants seek to change
try to grab all and just derange
we shall last to see them fall
and what was their profit?
not much at all
of course it's never so cut and dry
as you make your bed thus do you lie
sorry I got carried away
it's just another riming day
(my eternally favorite wordmonger is Alexander Pope
not much to do with photography
but it wasn't yet there
for him to see)

So much talent in one person! Awesome