Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long, long trip that almost spans the continent. We’re traveling by train, and out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hills, of biting winter and blazing summer and cavorting spring and docile fall.
But then, i realise i'm on the subway train and most things i see are tiles...........
Practicing photography in all its forms, it always remains a challenge to expand my boundaries.
"Beauty can be seen in all things, seeing and composing the beauty is what separates the snapshot from the photograph."
Kind regards
William Vincent..
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