I was in the vicinity of Ella Sharp Park this afternoon after heading toward Scott and Julie’s following my dentist appointment. I had some time to kill before Scott got home from work, so I decided to swing through the park and look for my picture.
I found it–this run-down barn by the museum. Nice lines to play with and old, broken windows. I voted for black and white over the color version, submitting to my photo instructor’s rule-of-thumb: if the color doesn’t actually add to the picture, go black and white (sorry if I killed that, Roger). His basic point was: color doesn’t make up for bad composition, bad lighting, bad anything, really–which is why photo students start off doing black and white. If forces us to learn how to compose without the color-crutch.
I hope to spend more time around Ella Sharp with my camera. There are lots of nice, old buildings to photograph. It would have been nice to have some better light; it was around 5:20 and the sun was already below the horizon. But, I certainly can’t complain about the abnormally mild temperatures, which are allowing me to comfortably do outdoor photography in winter.