I rather like this shot. I used an iPod with the sun behind me and to my right. Logistically I had to hold the iPod far to my right to avoid my shadow in the shot and I could barely compose because sunlight was reflecting from the display directly into my eyeballs. To complete my bitching, the way I was holding the iPod made it very hard to touch the button to take the shot.
I ain’t sayin’ this is a work of art but I still like how it turned out. For once one of my pictures actually tells a “story,” something that has been beaten into me repeatedly. What the hell. At least it ain’t another sign shot! And for those of you who thought this photo might be some other kind of “weed” oasis I offer my apologies for wasting your time.
I originally shared this photo on Twitter under the title, “Miracle of Life.”
Finally…a gutter shot that doesn’t involve balls.
Nice!
I always find the gutter shots.
So nice of you to notice.
You’ve obviously found out where I live! Nice photo though I wouldn’t quit your day job just yet. I just posted my best photo yet. To get it only required three adults using iPhones and hands-off-the-wheel driving.
What? Is that your garden? I neglected to say this but next time I drove by I deliberately ran over it with my car tires. (Just kidding. Guru respects the fightin’ spirit of this weed.)
I saw your photo and it rocks!
Yep, you ain’t an artist yet. You forgot the metaphorical mumbo-jumbo about the neat manicured lawn being in stark comparison to the gutter weeds reaching into the highways of life…or some other such silliness that let’s us know the “story” this became your inspiration for. Seriously, that’s a decent pic for an iPod.
Did you peek in my drafts folder? That’s exactly what I had written word-for-word! And some stuff about the 99 percent! Great minds.
Thanks!
Gutter shot. Great humor, Blogdramedy! Alwaysjan covers the difficulty of capturing the shot angle. Beth S. sums up the metaphorical angst apparent in your shot. What’s left for me to say? Awesome, shot, dude!
I do love the composition. I love layers. I love how the spillage of water for the lawn has allowed the weeds to grow. Sort of the trickle-down philosophy, eh? See, I did find my niche. Economics!
You wanna go economical with this? So be it. The tenacious weed gets the effluent leftover water than runs off from the affluent manicured lawn. It’s enough to sustain the weed, for a while, but somehow methinks its days are numbered. It needs breathing room.
Better in the sewer than on the grass.
I’ve been saying that for years but no one will listen.