Photo 101, Day Five: Solitude & the “Rule of Thirds”

Four views from an area in transition. Columbus, Ohio.

For me solitude on a beach or in a yurt just isn’t an option. The sheer amount of people one has to deal with to get to these places outweighs the benefits. I find solitude wandering around and finding beauty in places no sane individual wanders or finds beauty. But if you’ve looked at the rest of this blog, I’m not exactly sane.

When I got the camera last week, my first outing was to an area along East Fifth Avenue in Columbus between Fourth Street and Cleveland Avenue, near the railroad tracks. The city is in the process of prettifying E. 5th with fancy street lights. Soon warehouses will give way to urban infill housing. Along the tracks, sidewalks and trees are already in.

Walking around these liminal spaces frees my focus to notice the beauty in the geometry and the splashes of color.

Oh yeah, and a bunch of thirds.

Dead end in Grant Park redevelopment area.

Dead end in Grant Park redevelopment area.

A truck alone in front of a bunch of places where you need to be alone.

A truck alone in front of a bunch of places where you need to be alone.

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A fork. Alone. When you wander these spaces, sometimes you look down.

Sidewalk and trees awaiting walkers and climbers. Grant Park Redevelopment Area.

Sidewalk and trees awaiting walkers and climbers. Grant Park Redevelopment Area.

Same view, but now in black and white. B/W really piles on the lonliness, right?

Same view, but now in black and white. B/W really piles on the lonliness, right?

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Photo 101, Day Four: Bliss & Captions

As to not disturb Murder Cat in her bliss, this was shot with the Sony A5000's long lens at 210mm. Safety first!

As to not disturb Murder Cat in her bliss, this was shot with the Sony A5000’s long lens at 210mm. Safety first!

Bliss is a quiet place in the sun to think your dark, dark thoughts.

We all need a warm, relaxing place with a view. A place where we don’t have to suck in our bellies. A place where we can plot against our enemies, be they othat guy that never texted back or the Republican Party or our impenetrable writers block or, most of all, the horrible chipmunks that taunt us day in and day out.

Kim (aka Murder Cat) is my inspiration. It’s all I can do to keep from plopping down on the rug by the screen door with her. But bliss is best a solitary place.