Posted in Americana, Broken, Digital Processing, Hopeless / Junk, Photography, Rusted & Abandoned

Where Do You Start?

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For several years now, I’ve photographed my wife’s petite flower garden and, lately, a larger patch across from the house we call The Wild Area, because just about anything is welcome to take root there.

Stepping outside in slippers to say good morning to day lilies makes coffee taste better; I have no scientific evidence to support that claim, but on the other hand it is an indisputable fact that an occasional wheelbarrow, topped off with loam or compost or yard clippings, is a cheap ticket for the live performances she presents beginning in the spring.

What do I do with that largesse, hundreds and, eventually, thousands of pictures? Almost unknowingly, it seems, I’ve started a project, wielding a camera instead of a trowel and garden hose. Though our satisfactions are different, the idea is the same. Without them, this would simply be labor, something to fill time until we moved to something else.

It is extraordinary that whole populations have no projects for the future, none at all. It certainly is extraordinary, but it is certainly true. —Gertrude Stein

Posted in Americana, Colors, Hopeless / Junk, Landscape, Weekly Photo Challenge

Complementary Colors

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At the edge of Goldfield, Nevada, the International Car Forest of the Last Church is an eclectic canvas for cars and colors.

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Know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everything’s different.
—Bill Watterson