Asphalt Abstracts

Asphalt Abstracts

I am a desperate man. I haven’t been shooting much lately. I’m getting a little itchy, a little twitchy. I find myself wandering around parking lots, eyes down. Suddenly I stop, fixated on a spot on the pavement. Turning first this way, then that. Step a little this way and then that. “That’s it, I’ve got it!” Reaching for my iPhone, I bend at the waist, arms extended, carefully framing. Click. Done. I straighten, disoriented, looking for the car. Why are all these people staring at me?

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“I’m impatient. I get twitchy. When I get that feeling I just go out and make something happen.”

___John Cale

Asphalt Abstracts

 “Where there was once the incredibly complex diversity of nature, there is now the dead simplicity of asphalt and concrete.”
― Curious George Brigade

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Ron Mayhew

Fine Art Photographer specializing in Still Life and Commercial Photography.

This Post Has 7 Comments

  1. Its amazing what images you can find if you pay enough attention to your surroundings. I like the coloured abstract best out of these.

    1. It started out just for fun then I found myself seriously searching for abstract shapes. Ha, art is where you find it, right? Thank you for commenting Jean.

  2. This is a great idea for a post…and gets the mind thinking of what all is out there to photograph, and perhaps it is time I pull out my macro lens. Within these shots is the quote that sums up the post so well: “Where there was once the incredibly complex diversity of nature, there is now the dead simplicity of asphalt and concrete.” Your shots excelled at capturing that broken, worn bit of our asphalt jungle we encounter every day.

    1. Yes, I thought the quote was a rather poignant commentary on much of our world. Thank you Randall.

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