What I love about photography, well, besides pretty much everything, is that you don't have to have this whole story around an image. As a writer, I feel the words take a big front seat to form, and the form is important really only as a vehicle for something larger, a narrative, details, beginning middle and end.
In these images, a restful geometry seems absolutely complete to me. Nothing more to do or say, explain or illuminate. It's simply shadows and structure and a window shade with a lovely row of small open dots running down the seam. But how full the picture is. Notice that ribbony ridge of dark shadow on the right where the shade ends, right beside the wooden doorframe. Line upon line upon line.
To love shape and to compose shapes is a pleasure that keeps giving. It's everywhere I go. Here's another shadow and line image, taken in the Telegraph Avenue area of San Francisco. California light is delicious... airier than North Carolina's.
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