The Lone Pigeon
I just realized I find myself shooting pigeons with irrefutable frequency. At least when I’m in any pigeon inhabited locale (Chicago, not Naperville). For this I had to merely bend down a bit. For other shots I have laid down, shoulders and hips to the sidewalk, for minutes on end as a confused bird dodges pedestrians, hoping for some glaring moment of beautific clarity.
The color’s fantastic here. All of this kind of creaminess in varying shades with the rich red of stained wood behind it all in nice little squares framed by stark white. The pigeon has some faint purplish tones in its darkness.
For the rest of this, I have nothing but high praise. The shirts bounce up and down as they progress, almost like the line that tracks the stock price (a bit rough, but mostly smooth sailing here. No shirt-market crash in sight) Pigeon’s head is positioned right in the beam of the stair case (not an accident… that one detail actually got about 80% of my attention in framing this). And on and on.
I’ll just soak it in for a bit longer and I invite you to do the same.