. . . found picture perfection. . .

This picture is my idea of a perfect place to take photos. Unfortunately, the guy that ran the business was very suspicious of me. He thought I might be from "the city" and might be there to check for violations of something or other. Either I took this shot on the way over to ask his permission, or it is one of the shots he finally let me take. I'm going back there, soon, I hope; I will give him one of the pictures, matted and framed, of an item in his recycling center, to help assuage this fears that I am a spy from "the city" and maybe he'll let me explore some more.


And now for a bit of shameless self-promotion: I received a call this weekend from my "agent", the art guy that peddles my paintings. He had picked up 32 paintings last weekend; by Saturday he had sold 15 of them. He was giddy. . . he said he had never done that before, sold 15 paintings of one artist in a week. I told him to keep up the good work. . . I need a new floor. He needs more paintings. I still can't believe I am actually getting paid to do something I love and would do anyway.