(When I am taking such shots, strolling folks often pause to check out what I am doing. Occasionally, they'll walk down the bank and just watch; less often, they'll ask questions. Oh, and if they have any children with them, the children have led them over. That man's playing in the creek! I tell everyone who asks that I'm working on an "art project". Most often in that case, I get smiles, but also a few furrowed brows. I've had some good conversations, however brief, arise in both cases. If someone is really interested, I hand over a card for this blogsite. Tourists from foreign lands have taken photos of me taking my photos. Crazy American?)
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Clay For The Fisher-King
(When I am taking such shots, strolling folks often pause to check out what I am doing. Occasionally, they'll walk down the bank and just watch; less often, they'll ask questions. Oh, and if they have any children with them, the children have led them over. That man's playing in the creek! I tell everyone who asks that I'm working on an "art project". Most often in that case, I get smiles, but also a few furrowed brows. I've had some good conversations, however brief, arise in both cases. If someone is really interested, I hand over a card for this blogsite. Tourists from foreign lands have taken photos of me taking my photos. Crazy American?)