Perhaps I’m a bit touched…but I could spend like a day staring at, say…one windowcill.
Let alone a graffitied and dripping ping-pong table.
The tricky part is getting one billionth of the texture to fit in my dumb camera.
Pictures are so flat.
The wet weather seems to add depth to everything.
I was already digging on the added feel it gives to the stones and gravel…and then I noticed the reflections falling into the distance.
Off in la la photoland.
I didn’t come to again until my camera beeped to say it was full.