Tom Sawyer whitewashing fence
"The locust trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful
and inviting.
Tom Sawyer appeared ... with a bucket of whitewash and a long- handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit......
Aunt Polly was determined to punish him by turning
his Saturday into captivity at hard labor, whitewashing a fence. .... Sighing, he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of the unwhitewashed fence, and sat down discouraged."
Mark Twain
When I approached this man painting this infinite fence my intent was to make a picture where everything has a meaning. Where no one thing is the center of attention and all things are dependent upon each other to complete the narrative.
It took me a while to structure this shot getting that hill in the middle ground just above the fence line, that distant fence, the tree, and foreground all nicely tucked together.
There was an air of strangeness and beauty hovering above it all. I decided to leave the center empty and allow the viewer to read around the scene.
Is he in the act of painting? - or looking at the coyote out on the fallow field?
Tom Sawyer whitewashing fence
"The locust trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful
and inviting.
Tom Sawyer appeared ... with a bucket of whitewash and a long- handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit......
Aunt Polly was determined to punish him by turning
his Saturday into captivity at hard labor, whitewashing a fence. .... Sighing, he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of the unwhitewashed fence, and sat down discouraged."
Mark Twain
When I approached this man painting this infinite fence my intent was to make a picture where everything has a meaning. Where no one thing is the center of attention and all things are dependent upon each other to complete the narrative.
It took me a while to structure this shot getting that hill in the middle ground just above the fence line, that distant fence, the tree, and foreground all nicely tucked together.
There was an air of strangeness and beauty hovering above it all. I decided to leave the center empty and allow the viewer to read around the scene.
Is he in the act of painting? - or looking at the coyote out on the fallow field?