Thirty minutes in "town"

We had a horrendous wind/rain/lightning/thunder storm last night. Abby spent the night under the bed in the guest room and I felt like joining her! I read that the rains are supposed to begin again oh, right about now, so earlier I went into town to see what I could find to shoot.

I liked the nautical decor on this bayside home. And then I found a mural painted on the side of a small building.

In my current online class, students have been working on an assignment called "Extreme Colors," and I'm hearing some whining from the Californians ... "It's dark and gloomy here and I can't find ANYTHING to shoot." Weenies. I found a colorful door on the main street of our town, and then on my way back to the car created a sort of weird composition of the corner of a house. Pretty good colors. And I live in OREGON, you California wimps!  :-)

Nye Beach miscellanea

After lunch we took a walk around Nye Beach, a place that Sir James would call a "target-rich environment." I found a nautical-looking door, a leather purse inside a store window, some colorful architectural detail, and some funky texture. Every time I walk around this town I find something new and different and cool to photograph.

We headed home, but at Seal Rock we had to make one more stop . . . ©Carol Leigh

You've got . . .

Sometimes I'll open BreezeBrowser and, without looking, click on a photo album at random, just to see what's there and what pops into my head. I clicked one of the San Francisco albums and selected this photo to work on. The choices were to either delete the photo entirely (it looked washed out and wonky) or to play with it. So play I did. I altered the perspective to exaggerate the wonkiness, added some darkening here and there, as well as the heart.* When you have a crappy photo to begin with, you don't feel so serious about junking it up, for some reason. Lousy photos encourage experimentation. And if that's the case, I've got years of experimentation ahead of me! ©Carol Leigh

*Why the heart? Because there are heart shapes in the wrought iron door and my drawing a heart on the mailbox sort of ties the two together and it creates a sort of wistful feeling, I think. And because I could!

And now do you want to see the bad version? (I shouldn't do this, but I will.) See what I mean? It's awful! Usually I would never keep something like this. I can't even believe I took it!