The sky was low, matte not pearly, flat and overcast today, as if someone had taken fine cigarette ash and blown it across Central Texas.
I met my art history professor to discuss the progress of my report (three weeks or so to go.) On the drive back I didn't find the light to my liking but noted a junkyard which, if closed on Sunday and light permitting, may prove a good place for rusty goings-on.
8 comments:
Love this photo. The textures are haunting together.
That sounds like a junk yard to conjure with....
Great pic, love the colors and the dirt creates an interesting effect - at first I thought they were sparkles. From dirt to sparkles, that's kind of cool.
like smiler, I thought of sparkles - flecks of gold dust, actually. and suns - four horizons' worth, demultiplied. good junk!
Nice pic. I need to look around at cars... they are so interesting. I saw an old 1959 Plymouth last month --very cool looking, the owner drives it very rarely I guess. It had FINS!
Still stuck indoors, but someone did stop by the oranges! Very nice!
I thought of a beautiful Chevy truck that deserves to live again.
Ah, back in business.
Sorry about the grit/dust, but the colors are wonderful. Ultramarine for sure... and cerulean plus some cad yellow? Or would I just have to go BUY some sort of teal in a tube?!! Thanks.
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