These are some pictures from my phone, new and old. I think ART doesn't need to be crisp printed, nicely composed, in the studio PERFECTION..
I mean,
we aren't all perfect. So why should they be?
there is something to say about every sunset, a story behind every color
i love when i can see the sunrise through my window
just driving.
nowhere in particular.
the golden leaves are calling me to come over and play
even if i get lost along the way there
a mess never looked so good
was it night or day?
night.
driving home
this is my home now
even if the reflections seem like they could ruin a picture, i say, the more the merrier
shadows on my path in the shape of an angel
then it flies away, and leaves the sun beams to blind me
a crooked painting, in the blink of an eye, the picture was taken
grey, grey, grey
this is where my grandma lives, i don't know why she would want to move
some plants mocking a desert scene
and again
thinking broad
and short
no words.
winter
You're not determined a Photographer by how many pictures you take......
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