At first blush, this is a photograph of nothing interesting. But I took the picture anyway. When I looked at it later, I saw the imitation of the light patterns in the indistinct, eroded painting on the ground: the edge of a white line; the edge of a shadow; dark and bright areas of substance […]
One can see that Flatland, as viewed from the third dimension is rife with texture. What is texture in Flatland? I imagine it manifests as inexplicable holes in two dimensional space and its figures. The rectangular figure below must have been surprised when it fractured while parallel parking. It suddenly spawned several other irregularly shaped […]
The wiry lines of the branches contrast with the mottled areas of the gray clouds.
I like the way the foreground clouds echo the contours of the power lines.
My two recent posts (Siding, Up Close and Surface of the House) were close up shots of wooden siding lit by oblique rays of the sun. Below is a photo from a greater distance.
Another photo lit with sidelong rays:
I love bright days when the sun is low in the sky, especially when the rays glance off highly textured, rough surfaces.
I like the rich, diverse array of color, shape and tone in this shot.
This is the first time in 5 years of daily posts that I’ve missed my deadline by a significant amount. The title of the piece is how I feel.