THAT BRIEF MOMENT IN TIME WHEN SOMEONE CARED

Beautiful, David. This is perfect. Those colours are truly gorgeous, great light again. The contrast between the faded walls, weeds and the bright colors on the doors is striking. A very neat composition.

I was on the way home when I stopped in Wells, Nevada, and while walking down an alley that I had seen as a promising photographic field, I chanced on this set of doors on an abandoned building. As they say here, "Ka Ching!" Two quick snaps, and I was on my way to harvest some more gems.

gems indeed! these are marvelous!

Thanks Linda

Walking down an alley of mostly abandoned buildings in Wells, Nevada,

this scene presented itself to me.

Good eye for a unique shot David! Well done!

Thanks. I can't take too much credit here. I think any pnetter worth his salt would have snapped this when they passed by.

What a great find- some great luck there, good job executing.

Your title is perfect!

Kim and Jeff, thanks to both of you for stopping by and taking the time to comment.

Lovely colors and quite surprising seen the state of the rest of the building and floor...

Yes, given the overall state of the structure, these doors were quite an anomaly.

the colours and their combinations and the overall aroundground to them are eye-catching. Did you stand on something higher up when you were shooting this? In a way this is like when you go for a walk along a beautiful meadow, and all of a sudden in the lush green and the wild flowers you see a cow dung, only in reverse. Cheers, Micheal

Nicely observed and presented. I like the fact that you seem to have done very little with this photo but share it with us as you found it, au natural. The doors, like two painted tarts are saucy enough without additional paint from PS. Learning to use PS takes time. Learning when not to use it takes longer.

I remember there was this image by this AP photographer, Giles here on this site. It was a picture of two big men battling for a rebound under the boards. Because he used remote flashes, he was able to capture great depth of field in the shot. You could see the guards running back on defense, the coaches yelling on the far sideline, and the crowd on its feet. Well, one commentator said of the image as follows: "What an interesting expression on their faces. I think you can improve the image by blurring out the background and focusing on them only."

 

Talk about your unclear on the concept. I tell my usual long winded story because these two doors remind me of the rote Greek doors they paste all over this site in the name of art. I admire "art" as much as the next guy, but art without human context for me is dry and sterile.

 

Before I decided to get a real job, I covered high school school football. I got the best pictures of those kids because they were all so serious, and none of them for a second saw beyond the next play in from of him. But, to me, the writer, of course, it is that play in the context of the game, the game in the context of the season, the season in the context of a life, the life in the context of the neighborhood, the neighborhood in the context of the town, the town in the context of the country, the country in the context of human history, that gave that play meaning.

 

Whoever painted these doors, of course, envisaged those Greek doors I just spoke about. To her or him, THAT was the art, the raison d'etre, the thing that separated her from her neighbors. Yet, here we are, looking over the ruins of her life, wondering what kind of person she was, where she is now, and what new vanities she is currently creating to justify her existence to herself. To us, then, these doors are no longer the story, just as the Coliseum in Rome could never be a bigger story than Nero. It is that rise and fall of human fortune that is the story we remember.

Jack, I somehow overlooked your comment of over a month ago. So let me say that, as usual, you have left an essential truth in your comment. Learning when not to use anything that you have spent much time and effort in acquiring is a hugely difficult thing. You always seem to cast out these little nuggets, and I love trying to catch them.

 

Emmanuel, you've told another lovely story much like a parable. I really love your commentary because you manage to inject so much history and wisdom. I emotively sensed much of what you said, but I could never say it so well. Thanks you for taking the time to make such a cogent commentary. I feel very fortunate to have your presence here.