Onto things mysterious. My favorite mysterious photo is of a path leading to a mysterious destination. I’ve got a few of those floating around somewhere but wanted something a bit more current. Since I actually made it outside today, at least as far as the Starbucks across the street, I kept my eyes open for images that ask questions. Like, what’s on the other side?
I found a few other intriguing images. This one was kind of fun, since it caught a lonely object on a window sill of the Arlington Center Starbucks, as well as the reflection of the store and the town center.
Then, finally, this intriguing fellow painted onto a utility box in the Center. He’s just now become visible in his entirety. He’s looking for/at something. What?
The poor guy looks a bit washed out after all the snow.
Well, folks, I think spring might actually be en route. We had some snow on Sunday, but it’s all melted. The snow banks are slowly disintegrating. I’m actually starting to see sidewalks and landscaped features. It’s still cold and windy, but things are slowly looking up.
There’s that little bit of warm, peeking out from behind the storm clouds. Meanwhile, I can hear the wind howling outside of my window and can see spatters of rain on the panes. I’m happy I’m inside, but it was nice to get out for a while.
Well, here comes Janie-come-lately to the next Photo 101 exercise: Natural World and Leading Lines.
Right now the natural world is pretty disgusting. It’s cold and rainy out, threatening to turn to slush the minute the temperature starts to drop. The snow banks are exhausted and filthy and nothing has yet dared to poke its green head out. I tried to find something close to home and, after a few seconds wandering and getting wet, found it. I couldn’t figure out which orientation worked better, so I’m posting both pictures:
This will someday be a Rose of Sharon. It will be beautiful. Right now it’s emerging, cold and bare, from its snowbank womb. I like the way the branch parallels, or tries to parallel, the gutter to its left.
Or maybe this view is better:
You can really see the branch struggling here and there’s an interesting juxtaposition of the vertical branch against the horizontal stripes of the shingles and the front bay window.
It’s drab, dark and depressing, but it’s also a harbinger of better days to come.
So, on to day two of Photography 101. I took advantage of a slight break in the weather to go out today and complete my assignment, which was to take a picture of my street. “My street,” of course, is a matter of interpretation so I took a bunch of photos with my trusty cell phone camera (darn good little thing) and am trying to figure out which ones best suites the purpose.
For some reason I couldn’t get the song, “On The Street Where You Live,” from My Fair Lady out of my head.
I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live
Jeez. And how appropos,! Ahem, ahem, memememememeeee…
“I have often walked down this street before…” (sing it, now!)
“But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before…”
“All at once am IIIIIIIIII several stories high…”
“Knowing I’m on the street where you live!”
You sounded great!
By the way, if you were born after 1964, here’s a refresher:
I’m afraid we’ll still have to wait for the lilac trees.