Palms on Sunday (2000)

I really like the rhythm of the bells and the palm trees decreasing in size. And the palms, some of which are healthy while others are withering in the hot sun. There's also a fun thought juxtaposition with the rigid precise edges of the building, vs. the raggedy and haphazard shapes of the trees, even though they theymselves have ben trimmed and groomed. It makes me meditate about the nature vs. nurture of it all.