Friday, March 8, 2013
Anyway, this was as I was back in Lair Hill. I was standing in the street with the camera and this gentleman walked by with his black and white barky dog and asked in a very teacher like way, "Tell me what you see".
I said something like, I like the ways things age, the peeling paint...but of course I meant the working of time on things. I don't know exactly when I became interested in this. Maybe always. I just like the composition here. Note the budding tree on the right. We had sun all day!
My link today is a puff piece in the LA Times about adjusting to the time change this weekend. How we struggle to make up for the lost hour. But I liked the picture. A bus in Sherman Oaks. That is where we lived when I was born. I don't think I saw a bus until we moved to Seattle when I was 5(ish).
Next week my favorite niece turns 46. Talk about the workings of time.