An arm reached out, and tried once more, gripping the smooth and unforgiving floor as best it could, and pulled. A little more, and a body moved. Then the other arm, repeating the work of the first.
Again, and again, was it repeated, and closer and closer it came. The door. That magic door. The way to safety. To help. To life.
The arm came down again, and again it gripped, and it pulled.
Closer, closer.
It was the only thing he could think of now. The only thing that mattered. He was dying, the blood leaving him faster than he dared consider. His strength ebbing with every inch that he crawled. Yet on he went, finding some deep well of strength.
Nice perspective and the B&W and includes of wheel on the left leave me wondering what's going on. It's a bit tilted, but somehow that adds to quirkiness of it.
Interesting vantage point. The main line on the floor leads the eye to the door, but I don't find the caster wheel an interesting enough visual reward.
You have managed to make a photo of the mundane thoroughly interesting. The patterns of the floor tiles and of the bricks lead the eye well through the photo to the door, and raise in the viewer the question of what is behind.
Very cool shot. A very mundane scene, yet showing it from a very un-mundane point of view, brings a whole new interest level for the viewer. Very nice work.
I really like this! Very simple, but it just does a lot for me. Perhaps partially because I've done some cleaning/janitorial work myself is some of it...?
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