Down in Pittsburgh’s Strip District by the scrap yard and tracks. My car was parked under the old railroad bridge.
Lines, patterns, rhythm, repetition-all those elements we look for in class. Finding these elements everywhere.
I love the light on the cross bar, giving a sense of depth.
This first image is the strongest compositionally. But the others give you a sense of the place.
The hood of my car. Could stand a wash.
When I was a kid we piled in the car in NJ and drove to Illinois every summer. This is the route we took.
I drove it home to Pittsburgh a couple of weeks ago on my way back from Columbus.
Route 40 The National Road. I pulled over to catch the autumn hues in the background hills along the way.
There were interesting and quirky scenes but this is the one that stayed with me for the time since I drove along this highway instead of the interstate.