Sunset for the evening.
[Willie, standing on a roof.]
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Taken with my cell phone. Just as the orange was disappearing. Before my night got real wild.
ReplyDeleteI think there's something to be said for cell phone quality photographs, from time to time, when it looks like simple colors pushing in and around one another. The lack of clarity is delicious. A supple binary formula. How cool is that?! I think I'll take more photos with my cell phone. Plenty of Room to Dream. Am I a David Lynch whore? Sadly, yes. Because I'm fairly certain this is one of the most beautiful (best) photographs I've ever taken. And I didn't even fuck with aperture or focus. Take that, Andreas Gursky.
Ah, come on, Gursky is a G! I like this, too, though.
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