Here are some gritty city snaps from my latest business trip adventure. Spending about four hours on trains and buses to get somewhere and another four hours to get back is only bearable when I spend time snapping everything. Shot with my iPhone 8 and edited in Adobe Photoshop. Kidding. I don’t do Apples and
Tag: street life
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Pedestrian.
It’s been raining, raining and raining, on and on and on. You get the idea. In case you can’t imagine it, here’s visual documentation. I’d never go out but I needed to replenish my Oreos supplies (they lasted exactly one day). *shrug*
I know. This looks like a totally random gallery I threw together when drunk. There’s however a hidden idea! All Most of these pictures have textures, patterns and structures in them, which are quite simple and straightforward and striking. That doesn’t really explain anything. So just take my word for it.
Part of WordPress’s photography course Developing Your Eye I. The final task in this photo non-challenge is to paint architecture black and white. That’s a bit too obvious. So let’s twist it a little, pick a non-architecture and add some grunge. Now, much better.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Pedestrian. I carry my umbrella like a fierce shield bearer. I’ll pierce you with its spike when it comes to it.
Everything around me seems to be ugly, so I make it into an advantage. You couldn’t shoot this in civilisation. Here’s pretty much a proof that things are falling apart and everyone is dead.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows.
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders. —Carl Sandburg, “Chicago” The other day I ventured on a business trip. It was good but the best thing about it was when it ended. It involved getting
I’m waiting for my bedtime and not really up to anything. So I penned a poem (so-called). I was just listening. In the middle of the night (but not midnight) The laptop is humming The old heater is crackling (but not heating properly) The cat isn’t purring (she doesn’t care she should for my poem)