Monday, August 28, 2006

Blinding


I like texture, I like light, and I like patterns. This one combines all three. It isn't earth-shattering in its uniqueness, but I figure since these blinds are often in view while I work at the kitchen table and stare out at the neighborhood, I may as well capture them for posterity.

Your turn: Windows and the doodads that surround and cover them can present all sorts of photographic challenges. What are you seeing out your windows right now? Bonus points if you snap it and post the link in a comment.

One more thing: Here's a hint for the most recent photographic mystery (part 1, part 2). Mme. Tussaud.

5 comments:

Jennifer said...

the hints dont help me... mmmm.. i'm clueless and i love your blind pix... i have something similar that i will post for you soon!

kenju said...

Out my windows here on the 2nd floor, I see only leaves, masses of leaves. I'd shoot them, but the camera is downstairs.

OldLady Of The Hills said...

The room I'm in right now---I don't see anything out my windows because the shutters are closed!

Hey Carmi...have you given up on me? I never see you anymore. Boo Hoo! Did I do something to offend you? Gee, I hope not.

Carli N. Wendell said...

I am seeing darkness. Usually I can see a very popular Italian grocery with a line out the door on Saturdays for fresh mozzarella cheese that people around here refer to as simply "mutz." And in the morning, lately, around, um, SIX, I see a cat howling at the moon or crying because he's too lazy to crawl under the blinds. Or he's just sticking his head in between the blinds. And then at 9ish, when I am exhausted and have to go to work, he is curled up on my bed ready for a nap. Do you want a cat? Cheap?

srp said...

Ah! Ha! A candle. The dimple in the middle is the wick.

Taking pictures of birds outside my window is fun and challenging because of the screen. I always end up with a dark little grid.

Speaking of birds, they are having a hey day with the figs right now. Mockingbirds, robins, even doves are pecking away. They are so brazen that they didn't even fly away when I went out to pick; they just sat in the high branches and screamed at me. Wait. I better go check in the mirror to make sure they didn't do something else on a more gross nature!