Finally getting around to visiting the old greenhouses at the high school! They are isolated and very broken. People have painted their signatures and symbols on the concrete walls and broken the corrugated plastic of the walls and roof. If one were to believe the writing there, it would be an intimidating place indeed.
I couldn't resist the light through the plastic, it illuminated the vines and left over materials so crisply. As Kenobe and I settled in to composing the photos, I noticed the building was moving. The flaps of plastic, moved by the wind, were making all sorts of noise. Just as I was getting ready to pack its up, I looked across the old concrete floor and in a hole in the wall there were thistle on the other side of the building! The plant was illuminated by the lamp post and the shadows vs. light was very interesting! As soon as pointed the camera and got it focused, the wind blew the flap of plastic shut again. By this time I was getting properly weird-ed out however, it is tied for my favorite shot of the evening.
It's odd in photography or art, so often what you intend to make/create takes a turn off your path and takes you some place else entirely! I am enjoying trying to keep up.
Good night all