Sigh...the last day of a lovely, long weekend. I took my pile of shibori'd fabric with me to the studio so I could trim and throw some at the wall and see what I had done. This color is somewhat inaccurate and this is by no means a composition or a piece -- but rather an inventory of what might work together.
Naturally, in the midst of pressing all these pieces, my Black & Decker iron stopped, cold. Grrrr... So I cleaned up (sort of), pole-wrapped some silk and threw it into a dye bucket, along with one of my work shirts that needed a little jazzing up. By that time, it was 5:00 and time to head home. As I left the building, I was dazzled by the reflections of the lights on the wet pavement of the parking lot and despite the rain, took out my camera. These shots have not been manipulated: they are just as they came from the camera.
The bright upstairs window is the hallway where the light is on 24/7.
The parking lot view from the passenger's side of my car.There is a concrete plant across the street - you can see the wall.
A better view. This gritty, industrial scene is so beautiful at night.
Life is full of surprises - my cheapo camera with the bad focus has just given me some gifts, which are going into my "inspiration" file.