Photos 1 - Arresting Images
- Henry Whiteley
- Sep 7, 2024
- 1 min read
She waits in the parking lot. It's hot; there's not a lot to look at. She's ready to go home. What's taking so long? Centering someone in the frame creates a feeling of indifference. It lets the beauty speak. 'I'm not going to make you see the beauty,' the photo says, 'I trust the beauty to speak for itself.'
Bikes always tell a story. Let them, and they'll tell you everything. My mom always said, "You can't be sad riding a bike." Bikes deliver independence to the vesicularly challenged--freedom for the outcasts. These bikes, outside a pawnshop, seemed to be re-listing themselves on the job market. The field is very competitive; the new and the shiny are all the craze. These bikes offer something those bikes never could: experience. They gave their previous owners joy, but now, they've moved on. The bikes may bring freedom, but for now, they're locked up. Will they ever ride free again?
'I'm sick of you and I love it.' Those eyes speak words, almost as real as "you know, the lights green." Yea, but so are your eyes.... This image has as much cheese as it does a strange softness. I like that her right eye hits center frame, creating a strange grounding, but the asymmetry throws you back off kilter. She's just sitting there, but she feels spectacular to gaze into--like you've loved her even when you're tired.





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