Looking at things. Asking them about themselves. And guessing at the answers.
All the while trying to articulate to Hale what it is I think I’m doing.
What it is about this fence or that utility box that makes it a picture.
Zip ties in a fence, wood spilling out anyway…
Dots of color.
When a scene stops me in my tracks, and I can’t explain why, that is when I take a picture.
What wind does to minitruck fuel tins.
Welcome to Ostentation Manor.
Abraham Lincoln, the Rottweiler and the Lion.