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Photos From The City


One of my favorite things to do while walking around the city is to snap some pictures whenever I come across an interesting scene. Looking over my growing catalog the other day I realized I had far too many "picturesque" selections. Blue skies and trees, sun rays reflecting off of city buildings. I needed some balance. Some grime. Reality.




On the way home yesterday I came across the perfect scene. With the sun trapped behind a layer of haze, and my trusty Motorola Moto X in hand I snapped off a couple shots. The first alley was like a scene out of a movie, complete with shopping cart and "your mother" spray painted on the bricks. Classic. The second is arguably even a better setup, with a rubbish bin that has become the actual rubbish. I was stoked to be able to get the no parking sign in the shot here as well. I thought it really added to the frame. With the two alleys having different colors, they make a really great pair.


My favorite of the three though is of course the one I almost didn't take. The two doors of building 73 didn't even look all that interesting, but something about them was calling out to be photographed. I brought the phone up to frame the shot, and saw about a 1/4 of my body in the reflection on the door. If I stood in just the right spot, I could disappear all together. Right then I understood why it was calling. It's almost vampiric, the monster trying to take a picture of his reflection, but only getting the mirror.

I touched up the pictures using the Google Plus editing tools. All three were taken with the Moto X in auto mode.



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