Used up a week's worth of photos in yesterday's post. Don't know when I'll get to make more. I was on my scooter when I saw this stuffed dog hanging out of a garbage can in front of a house in a row of houses that obviated the lives within. I wanted the picture, but knew the types and knew that I risked drawing some very big ire. Still, it's not like I am in Syria or Iraq. A man with a camera, though, is a very suspicious thing. I parked the scooter and reached into my bag as a neighbor with a blower stared at me with that dirty bearded, dixie-capped, hard gaze of the secretive and suspicious. Quick, I thought, but he was walking toward me. I was waiting for the neighbors to start pouring out of their houses into their sandspur lots. Rather, I was not waiting, and I looked the fellow in the eye with certainty as I got back on my scooter. It was probably the scooter that confused him.
It's not much of a picture, and I am learning. I mean it is just too literal. I should have looked at the design possibilities rather than the subject, but shit, with T-Bone breathing down my neck. . . .
Still, it is a lesson learned. Aesthetic vision is learned through practice.
And I need to think more metaphorically, too. This pup isn't even symbolic, it's just garbage.
Oh, well. I liked a number of the pictures I posted yesterday. I should have saved a few.
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