synthetics III, "Hold tight, squeeze."

these images have been nagging me for attention the last few days.  the synthetics posts have been about pairing nature with construction, which seems to be especially appealing to me at the moment.    the more i look at these, the more they remind me of a stanza from one of my favorite poems by James Tate, If It Would All Please Hurry.

In the window which looks out onto the limes
there is an unbalanced construction
of colored plastic squares,
it quite takes one's mind off
those enormous trees.  Of course
they are marvelous trees,
among the finest in the land,
but trees round a house
are really a mistake:
don't they take the oxygen or something?
They get you somehow.
The trees, and probably the flowers, get you
long before the water.