Sometimes, when you pull over the car to take a picture of an irresistible sunset, your eyes get tugged to the side by an unexpected gleaming place, by an object that calls out with its own spectacular colors and life. Just like poetry. What you set out to capture, to put down in ink, was really just leading you somewhere else.Photo taken 4/12/08 off Route 22, Brewster, NY.
2 comments:
Christine:
I love the mottled, multi-colored metal chain in the foreground--thanks for the good words on poetry.
Thanks! That gold light on the rust and paint was amazing.
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