The universe waited 13.82 billion years for this moment to arise...
And then there was this bit of paper on the ground. What beautiful texture, both the concrete background and the crinkles in the paper itself. A completely one off expression of cosmic forces playing. I like to ponder the, hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of intersecting interactions that led to this scene. Actually, I am certain the number is more on the order of infinite. The universe waited 13.82 billion years for this moment to arise. I was sent to witness.
And then there were these interesting cloud configurations the rising sun was hitting just so. There isn't a story arc to the way I make pictures. They are my diaristic response to what I see. They are evidence that I am and that I am paying attention to the kaleidoscope of moments passing by.
I generally try to keep it to one or two photographs from a days catch, but some days seem are richer than others.
This trio of images was made with the iso bumped up to 4000. Yes, the light was low, the images are grainy, but, that is ok. Certainly in the picket fence photograph it supplies some atmospherics. A kind of nostalgia reinforcing the already nostalgic nature of picket fences.
On any given day, my set of photographs is a collection of impressions of what I saw and responded to. The roof metal enclosure, for garbage cans I think, presents an abstract composition against the house in the background that was interesting to me. The tropical type plant behind the fence seemed somehow forlorn and out of place. But also extravagantly lush in a northeastern landscape preparing for winter.