Thirteen is weird, awkward even.
Today's picture is weird, that way. In every sense of this day: Uninspired, not translated from my imagination to film. Lite in a cumbersome way. I saw something beautiful, magical and it came out weird. Strange. Not as magical as when I first saw it.
So I included another.
Not shot the same day, a cheat of sorts. One day gets so many juices flowing, different opportunities to encounter beauty and spark curiosity. I just keep shooting on those days. Then when I get a dud (like today) I can throw it in as a a little redemption piece.
This may be my favorite image so far. Giving a little juxtaposition to the misnomer of the icky thirteen.
Such a unique coupling at the edge of a parking lot in middle-of-nowhere California. A family. A bit of picture perfect variety and similarity all at the same time. I can admire the spontaneity of it and the layers of meaning and interpretation. The artistic majesty of creation happening all around us. I also think of Mario and Luigi.
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