Little Photos

While we are still eschewing restaurants, we do sometimes drop into the cafe, Visits aren't long, and the place isn't exactly congested, so we take our chances. Since I display some of my prints there and because the owner is local and has struggled during the pandemic, it seems like the right thing to do.

I never expect to sell prints, but it does happen on occasion, and we noticed that this one was gone.

As always, I was a bit surprised to sell a print but particularly this one because it very low key (ie dark) and doesn't look as good to me on the wall as opposed to the computer. But someone liked it. You never can tell.

Strangely enough however, I had planned to hang the same print at my other gallery (if you can call it that, which you can't, but it sounds good). I left it in context in the photo, so that I can know just where it is a hanging a month from now, or even tomorrow in the case of my lame brain. Speaking of a month, I should really get some winter photos ready to display.

After taking that print to the gallery yesterday morning, I drove by what we call the back bridges and thought that I may have spotted a potential photo in passing. I drove home for my camera and returned. It turns out that what had caught my eye in passing wasn't really that promising. 

However, there were bits of colour lingering here and there, and since I was there, I tried a few compositions. At this point, one tends looks for smaller scenes because the grand ones are long gone: like this little tree, nestled under a larger one.

Just a leaf on a branch with the river and trail bridge blurred in the background.

A bush framed by the arcing branches of a larger tree with a carpet of fallen leaves before it.

As modest as these photos are, there is something satisfying about finding these little, non-obvious opportunities and having them turn out as well as they have.