Sometimes in the early morning, when light filters through the trees it creates an image that blurs the lines between photography and painting. When this happens I travel to a place where my photography almost feels like I am painting by numbers. It feels like I am cheating! This serendipitous moment happened in Brooklyn where the light and shadows danced on the facades of the brownstones.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
PAINTING BY NUMBERS
Sometimes in the early morning, when light filters through the trees it creates an image that blurs the lines between photography and painting. When this happens I travel to a place where my photography almost feels like I am painting by numbers. It feels like I am cheating! This serendipitous moment happened in Brooklyn where the light and shadows danced on the facades of the brownstones.
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