So...everyone is telling me that I HAVE to blog...ugh...really?? Surprisingly, as much I love to talk, I really don't see myself as a blogger and I certainly don't see myself sharing my deepest, darkest thoughts for the world to read. Nope...not me. So I have to thank my BFF, Erin and you will be named here, Erin, for giving me the focus of my blog : ) It's so simple really and so me. She said...tell the story of how you took your pictures. And...oh...how I love telling the stories of my photos! How I remember where each one was taken and when, and how that was long before GPS.
For this first blog, I'll tell the story of the Blue Doorknob and the Blue Window photographs. Both happen to be hanging in Erin's home...again...her idea ; )
I was living in Houston at the time and I had just started using a digital camera, a Canon D20. I used to drive up and down highway 249 almost every day. And almost every day I would notice this old, overgrown, blue building in a field and think...I'd like to get my camera and take a closer look.
One day I did.
I parked at a nearby gas station, grabbed my camera and keys and took a walk. The building was an old mechanic's shop, old tires stacked up everywhere, inside and out. It was all metal and was once painted blue on the outside, beautifully rusted with vines growing up and down the outside walls. The metal window and the old metal doorknob drew me in. The blue paint chipping and the rust taking over...this is when I first began to love textures. I probably took a 100 photos of that building. Digital cameras are so spoiling... By the time I was done and started walking back to my car, there were people in the parking lot watching me, talking about me. They all wanted to know what I was taking photos of...that happens sometimes. As I go to get in my car, I realize that in the thirty minutes I was walking in that field taking photos, I lost my keys. It figures that I wouldn't notice. It took five people and thirty MORE minutes for me to find my keys in that field. The five helping had already given up when I got lucky and found them while retracing my steps. It was a big field. I was lucky.
I often have to remind myself that I'm lucky. So often it feels like the opposite. It was lucky that I stopped that day to take photos. The last time I passed that building it had been painted. It's not nearly so interesting now.
So...it was lucky for me : )