Conversation in the provinces

  I was taking pictures. Camera slung around my neck – the international sign of the tourist. A white man in his 70s stopped me on the street for a chat. Mussed grey hair, blue knit pullover, tired polar fleece jacket. Pudgy. Lonely. Lives in the next town over. Asked me where I was from….

The Yellow Shed

It’s all about the diagonals, the lines of tension anchoring the composition in place. The tree and the weeds on the roof in the background. The shadow on the left with the shadow on the right. The yellow plank extending to the right up top and the one nailed in place down below. The grey…