A rusty pipeline runs into the blue-green abyss. Faded markings warn of high pressure. The salt water slowly eats at its skin. Every lapping wave is another small act of entropy.
I live in a fantasy world where Mars-Passat didn't suck total ass and 3K95 Kinzhal was actually finished on time. This post is sponsored by Baku lovers worldwide.
Continuing the theme of "furry photographer but not furry photos." I've always felt a sense of calm and intimacy from this photo. It's like I can still hear it in my head.