I found this photograph in the same (virtual) pile as the one from yesterday. It is presented straight out of the scanner. While I'm no longer posting wall shots like this to Flickr as I did back in the glory days of the internet, I find I still respond to these kinds of textures and compositions. I gravitated to this image right away, just like when I took the original photograph. Just who I am, I reckon, abstract and two-dimensional...
The fact is, these photos are like sketches to me now. They find their way into my art in more indirect ways. I should probably be more diligent about printing them out and putting them into a sketchbook.
What's important to you, fellow traveler?
