untended

I am often drawn to an image or scene for an unknown reason. It might be the quality of light, or an visual anomaly that catches my eye. This pull is almost a compulsion, drawing me forward to capture the image.

Such is the case with this image shot on one of our dreary Oregon winter days, the light was as flat as a piece of frosted glass. None the less, I was immediately captivated by this neglected shingle roof, its light yellow moss shone out like neon tufts against the weathered wood.

It is difficult to put into words that which operates at a visceral and visual level. Sometimes there are no words, you just feel it.