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hammerandsaw) wrote2024-03-05 02:32 pm
hammerandsaw) wrote2024-03-05 02:32 pm
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Contrasts and shapes are fun to play with. I love being able to start with an actual photo and end up nowhere near reality. But I also love being able to end up with something that is clearly real life, only more so. This is a broken reflector, sure. But it is ALSO a pokeball, batted carelessly away in a failed attempt to capture a diglett!
This next picture felt a lot like my dad saying hello. He was obsessed with kettling hawks. Whenever he saw them, he would stop everything, shout "HAWKS" and stare vacantly up until they broke formation. It was a practice that we all found quite normal, but badly startled several friends when he was giving us rides home from cheer practice. Driving was not considered a higher priority than looking at birds, thought he did thankfully pull to the curb first. When I saw these hawks, amidst the backdrop of almost ethereal clouds, it was a spiritual moment for me. I'm not too tough to admit I cried. I also scared my friend, who was walking beside me, and not prepared for someone to shout loudly.
This next picture felt a lot like my dad saying hello. He was obsessed with kettling hawks. Whenever he saw them, he would stop everything, shout "HAWKS" and stare vacantly up until they broke formation. It was a practice that we all found quite normal, but badly startled several friends when he was giving us rides home from cheer practice. Driving was not considered a higher priority than looking at birds, thought he did thankfully pull to the curb first. When I saw these hawks, amidst the backdrop of almost ethereal clouds, it was a spiritual moment for me. I'm not too tough to admit I cried. I also scared my friend, who was walking beside me, and not prepared for someone to shout loudly.