Yesterday was a flurry of activity — trying to make my yard less shameful to the neighbors. I’ve been trying to think of a good Easter picture — and I let yesterday take precedence over finding one. Then this morning, this picture popped into my head. I took it in January of this year. I love the clean lines of the pole. Its raised position, cross-like shape, and blue sky seem a good memorial for this day of resurrection. The tomb is empty. He is risen.
A fav ex-coworker of mine — Canadian, as a matter of fact (Canadians have such an excellent way of holding up a mirror to the U.S. face and saying, “Look!”) — once used the term Americana to describe Hollywood images of U.S. culture. I had never heard the term before, but I knew instantly what he meant. Naming the “Americana” around me, helped me recognize it where I had never noticed it before. His comment (with his characteristic touch of humorous sarcasm) has stayed with me. For me, the above type of Southern “Americana” is beautiful as much as it is junky and cluttered. Perhaps some unfamiliar with it would even say trashy. For me, it is familiar and steadfast. It signifies home.
I can’t resist this window! I love the curve, the blue and red outline — but most of all the cool reflections. All I have to do is move just a tad to see a different “mural.” I don’t know what those tanks are, but they are lovely in their uniform shape and rusty color. Hwy 29, blocks from downtown.
I love the three images the reflection in this empty store window provides. Hwy 29. Just blocks from downtown.
I struggle with which image (above or below) is better. Part of that photography learning curve. What is your opinion?
I love the pattern the cracked glass makes on the seat. Off of state highway 29, just a few blocks from downtown. A seemingly abandoned rental truck, parked next to a seemingly abandoned shed, next to a seemingly empty store. Urban decay, just far enough off the beaten path to be ignored.