I saw this gorgeous pile of paint tubes in the window for an art gallery while walking through Charleston. The display was organized with used blue tubes in the front, red behind those, and a third row behind that. The pile of tubes, with its mix of corroded and brand new color, caught my eye.
The sparkling drops of water flew through the air. Between the sound of seagulls and waves was the sound of a shutter clicking. Once, twice, thrice. It'd click repeatedly and repeatedly on the sprays of the waves. Had to make sure they were all in focus. That the shutter speed was fast enough. And most of all, that the spray just plain ol' looked good.
I traveled to Nashville last year on a trip with a friend. When I went again this year, I discovered that Music Row is not the bright, neon crowds of Broadway, but far away. Broadway is just Nashville's tourist row, and it is good at what it does. Attracting hundreds of thousands on New Years and the preceding night, it was like one giant, ongoing party. The colors stretch all the way down the street with tourists, people seeking to sell newspapers and goods, and everyone else in the city.
