These big power lines run right next to one of my favorite abandoned houses. They cut right through the fields. I’ve shot them before. They make an interesting shot. They’ve always looked like giants to me. Tall wooden or steel giants holding the lines that feed the electric world we live in. There they stand, always on duty, braving whatever Indiana has to throw at them. Tall, silent and brave.
What do you see when you look in the mirror? I would focus on every imperfection I could find. The little things. Break outs on my face, slight stretch marks on my hips, little pudge in my stomach from previous … Continue reading