The first is old clothspins. Very old in the other yard. They are by my hubby's old work van which is the source of my 2nd picture. It looks just as bad close. Last is a piece of particle board that has been out for years in the old yard. You can tell I just moved next door and forgot about the old place, LOL.
Taking pictures makes you look at things with your camera's eye. I am always seeing things thinking about what sort of picture it would make. Wanting to capture it. I wanted the weathering of the clothspins to stand out. The color, the fraying and age of the wood. Even the color of the rust and old paint on the old work van looks interesting when you just take a bit of it and focus on it. And I love the blackness of the holes. Last the wood. I love wood. The texture and layers which you miss if looking at the entire piece. So my old pictures, makes me think about doing some yard work in the other yard, LOL. But what would I take pictures of?
I wander around the yard and look for things to take pictures of. As you can see it can be anything.
This is my dad. I took this shot on a grey, drizzly July afternoon in Montreal. I had taken him to a couple of cemeteries so he could show me where various members of our family were buried. True to form, I toted my camera along and tried to remember the experience through my lens. Barely two months after this was taken, we lost him, leaving me with a stack of disconnected pixels on a hard drive and more questions than answers. I often look at my pictures from this day and wonder whether or not he knew, or sensed, that his life was drawing to a close. They somewhat haunt me, but I still feel compelled to take the occasional look. Today would have been his and my mom's 56th wedding anniversary. Days like this make me wonder what might have been if the universe zigged and did not zag, and remind me why we should be thankful for having had whatever time we were given. #Montreal #Arthur #Levy #zl #family #everything
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