Strange steps and door scars…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s baboon is the one doing the Times crossword in the doctor’s waiting room.
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DSCN3532Look!… Here’s a picture I took a few months ago! It’s another of my ‘experiments in composition’.
Initially two things here at the side of a busy main road caught my eye: first, the visually lively evidence of some ne’er-do-well attempting to break into the building by this door (look at those nice exploding white, cloudy grey, and wood coloured shapes against the black – I suspect most of that interesting work was done by enthusiastic kicking) and secondly, the strange semi-circular crumbling concrete staircase which leads up to the door – I can’t recall ever seeing anything like that before, well not on this small scale anyway – I’ll bet a few people have fallen down it over the years. Look, the top step rises a good bit less than all the other steps – it’s just waiting there for an unsuspecting visitor to hesitate and stumble…
‘So, Dave, what do you mean by ‘experiments in composition’?’
Eh?… Did I say that?… Well, things like not having the subject of the photograph in the middle of the frame, where one expects to find it – I like to put things into the corners of the picture so that the viewer can, after a moment, come across them. Here, this composition definitely runs diagonally from bottom left to top right (look at that big redundant white space in the upper half!…) – the eye enters, sweeps up the steps and arrives at the door, where the exposed area of bright white paint directs you further in the direction you are going by pointing with its ghostly limb at the metal letterbox cover in the corner. Also, look at the cheeky nose on the worried-looking door handle glancing that way too…
‘Dave…’
What?
‘I think you are getting better at writing this sort of bullshit…’
Oh, thank you…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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