daveoo
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I passed by this junk pile in my neighbor's back yard and was compelled to study the scene. And I took one photo thinking I would return during better light.
Sometimes interesting is what a person does and what they leave in place after their activity. Sometimes it is interesting to try and understand their intentions and accomplishments. Their mission and accomplishment are obvious in the photo.
More interesting to me is the why. Why did this person want to roast their computers? So I simply asked him and my surmise was correct, having lived near him 15 years.
This photo is not about splendid composition, noteworthy subject and certainly not about light. It is not really a pun. This is the simple JPEG kicked out of Cap 1 with no adjustments by myself. The idea of this photo is the unanswered question.
Light of Sorrow275 by Dave Olson, on Flickr
And even though I know the answer I am still in wonder, as in not knowing the thinking of this person. I will not know those thoughts of months to years ago that resulted in this scene. I do not want to know. Sometimes unknowing is precious. It is a form of awareness. Sometimes unknowing is more beautiful than certainty. It connects us all.
Sometimes interesting is what a person does and what they leave in place after their activity. Sometimes it is interesting to try and understand their intentions and accomplishments. Their mission and accomplishment are obvious in the photo.
More interesting to me is the why. Why did this person want to roast their computers? So I simply asked him and my surmise was correct, having lived near him 15 years.
This photo is not about splendid composition, noteworthy subject and certainly not about light. It is not really a pun. This is the simple JPEG kicked out of Cap 1 with no adjustments by myself. The idea of this photo is the unanswered question.
Light of Sorrow275 by Dave Olson, on FlickrAnd even though I know the answer I am still in wonder, as in not knowing the thinking of this person. I will not know those thoughts of months to years ago that resulted in this scene. I do not want to know. Sometimes unknowing is precious. It is a form of awareness. Sometimes unknowing is more beautiful than certainty. It connects us all.