and its soft patina of colors..
In visual perception a color is almost never seen as it really is – as it physically is. This fact makes color the most relative medium in art.
On a day when I’m out just photographing what comes, I am often surprised at what becomes that days favorite image.
Was it the beautiful pond with trees reflected upon its still surface?
Perhaps the riot of peonies flaunting their pinks?
The orchard with budding fruit?
No, no, and no.
It was the old rusted truck. You knew it would be.
There is just something about old trucks and their curved lines and soft patina developed over time that pulls me in.
I didn’t fight it. I just shot it…from every angle.
I love those times when a subject draws me in. It’s almost meditative.
8 thoughts on “The old truck…”
I too enjoy this kind of creative deconstructionism. The whole is indeed a sum of the parts…
I always seem to find it more interesting, so glad that others do too! Thank you!
Your image of this old truck…sweetness to my eyes. The quote…so appropriate. I’m still pondering.
Thank you, let me know if you have more thoughts on the quote. It really got me thinking too.
I looked to see if you are reflected somewhere in this beautiful truck picture and I think I did find you. Oh to have the eyes of a terrific photographer, such as you, who is able to see beauty where ever you look. You inspire me to try to train myself to look more closely for interesting or beautiful shots. Thank you.
So kind, thank you!
A delightful image. The chrome on old trucks & cars is magical as are the shapes & colours reflected and seen.