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Here's an excellent example of why my house is a little out of control. You might be able to see the white plastic bags upon which this flower arrangement rests. It is awaiting garbage pick up after some elegant event in an upscale neighborhood.
Of course, I was very drawn to the serendipitous display on the sidewalk, and hovered over it with my camera for many minutes contorting myself to eliminate the white plastic bags from the frame.
Then it occurred to me that I was not a slave to the setting. I could remove the flowers from the aestheically displeasing pile of garbage, and take them home to my beautiful black driveway for a studio shot, of sorts. Have I failed to tell you that the stems are about six feet tall? I was judicious, I took only one stem. But now it is withering in the corner of my kitchen. I have failed to shoot it properly, and I am ambivalent about its disposal. From now on, a photo will suffice.
Photo note: This is a straightforward photograph (a rarity, indeed). It is the story that is metaphorical. Unfortunately, I have yet to figure out what in heaven's name it means.