Across the street from Layne Jackson studio is a fire department. What grabbed my attention as I walked across the street, was the size of station. I noticed there was someone near the door, which I could see through the window. My thinking was, once I crossed the street I would ask if I could take a look around, but before I could complete my path, the fire station door opened, and I got excited thinking here's my chance, but the lights, and siren quickly followed. There goes my opportunity! Any who the point I was going to make is that size, does not always matter...
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday Finds
During the summer months, I would always make it a point to go out on Saturday mornings, on a quest for a nice shot, or a nice find (is what I call them). One can always find something to photograph during the summer months, but I used to feel that the winter months was something like a vacation, although I didn't want a vacation from photography, long story short: during my visit to the city yesterday, I came upon a art studio, whereas the owner was working on a piece. This artist, Layne Jackson, took a break from her canvas to speak with me and explained some of her visions and creations in her studio. Let me tell you this, I was in awe!!! I love nothing more than a woman doing her thang, and enjoying it! I enjoyed speaking with her and she has some great pieces. High five, Layne!!
Across the street from Layne Jackson studio is a fire department. What grabbed my attention as I walked across the street, was the size of station. I noticed there was someone near the door, which I could see through the window. My thinking was, once I crossed the street I would ask if I could take a look around, but before I could complete my path, the fire station door opened, and I got excited thinking here's my chance, but the lights, and siren quickly followed. There goes my opportunity! Any who the point I was going to make is that size, does not always matter...
Across the street from Layne Jackson studio is a fire department. What grabbed my attention as I walked across the street, was the size of station. I noticed there was someone near the door, which I could see through the window. My thinking was, once I crossed the street I would ask if I could take a look around, but before I could complete my path, the fire station door opened, and I got excited thinking here's my chance, but the lights, and siren quickly followed. There goes my opportunity! Any who the point I was going to make is that size, does not always matter...
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