Turning the mundane into something extraordinary. Boy is this hard for me. Seeing the potential of a shot before actually shooting, sigh. I am so tired of the same everyday things I see around me.
This fairy is located on my mothers deck. There is something about it, that draws me to it every time I go for a visit. I think it’s because every time I see it, it changes. It weathers more each time and something that is supposed to be so cute, beautiful and perfect, turns moldy and gray, yet still so hauntingly beautiful.
I love the pattern the light hits on each of the balusters. I love the planters that surround her that signifies a certain emptiness, an unfruitful display of nothing. The fake fronds behind her give her just enough character to place her in the correct atmosphere of where I believe she should be, along with her bare feet. I love the way the crevices hold the old dirt and dust to give her some contrast to her now gray, but once stark white, surface.
Slowly but surely friends, when I can make it back. I will. I miss it too much.