Strip District composition
Another one of those moments when the inner photo editor says "stop right here and photograph this." Though there is nothing there to photograph, when I see the scene in the camera's frame I understand on an intuitive level what it is about. Later I can see the appeal of the several angled planes and lines, the subdued red, cyan, and neutral color, the rhythm of asphalt markings, building openings and bricked-in openings, signs, overpainted graffiti, and peeling plaster, the empty asphalt and flat sky, together adding up to an eerily serene and orderly, though empty and desolate, scene with no content, agenda, metaphor, or irony other than the space itself and the shapes that enclose it.
Strip District composition
Another one of those moments when the inner photo editor says "stop right here and photograph this." Though there is nothing there to photograph, when I see the scene in the camera's frame I understand on an intuitive level what it is about. Later I can see the appeal of the several angled planes and lines, the subdued red, cyan, and neutral color, the rhythm of asphalt markings, building openings and bricked-in openings, signs, overpainted graffiti, and peeling plaster, the empty asphalt and flat sky, together adding up to an eerily serene and orderly, though empty and desolate, scene with no content, agenda, metaphor, or irony other than the space itself and the shapes that enclose it.