I’m not a fan of country living, which is unfortunately where I find myself at the moment.
“Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name” was a line in the Cheers theme song long ago…makes me wonder if the guy who wrote that ever lived in a small town.
I guess I’ll always be a city boy at heart.
Shifting gears
Moving back home has been rough for a variety of reasons. One of them being that such a lifestyle change has had an effect on my photography. Instead of prowling the streets looking for Harleys, I’m sitting in the back yard trying to snag hummingbirds.
The other day, I took a quiet drive looking for something…anything…to take a picture of. I just couldn’t find what I was looking for. I finally realized that I was looking in the wrong places.
Living in BFE (that’s Bum F*ck, Egypt for you city folk) isn’t necessarily void of interesting things to photograph. It’s just different. In that inbred, banjo-playing kind of way.
Pump House
This photo is of an abandoned old wind-powered pump house that has lived long past its prime. I ignored the Rule of Thirds and included a lot of sky because I wanted to show just how isolated this building really is. The unconnected power pole is another clue.
A lot of photogs don’t like using vignettes, but here I wanted to use it to sort of frame the composition and draw the viewer’s eye towards the center of the image. Plus, I don’t really care what others like. It’s just the rebel in me.
I’m very happy with this photograph. So much so in fact, I decided to watermark it. Special thanks to a friend for showing me where to find this lonely little shack so that I could share it with all of you.
More photos of tractors, barns, and other middle of nowhere items are sure to follow. Yee haw!
