Today’s post is a small collage of photos that don’t really belong in one neat category. I dropped them into a window, side by side, and suddenly they started talking to each other. Maybe it’s the monochrome, once the color is gone, the shapes step forward and the images feel more graphic, like ink on paper.
Top left is a building’s corner, stacked with stripes that slice the sky. I love how the lines narrow toward the tip, like an arrow reminding you to look up. Beside it, a rain-soaked construction site turns scaffolding into a grid. The puddles soften the scene, but the metal still draws hard boundaries, order and chaos in one frame.
Bottom left is the hinge of a machine, heavy and scarred. In black and white, the mud and scratches wear like badges. Texture becomes the subject; you can almost feel the grit. And then the last panel: a circular tunnel with a patterned sphere inside, part reflection, part mystery. The pipe frames the pattern like a portal, and the light makes it glow just enough to keep you guessing.
I pushed highlights and deepened blacks while editing, letting the contrasts bring out the mood. Without color competing for attention, these random finds sit together like pages from the same sketchbook—lines, weight, weather, and a little curiosity binding them into one story.
Sometimes “uncategorized” is the category. It’s the freedom to gather what caught my eye and see what happens when they share a frame. Turns out, they get along just fine.
”To see in color is a delight for the eye, but to see in black and white is delight for the soul.”
~ Andri Cauldwell
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