For some reason, while processing this photograph, I had a poem going through my head. So instead of writing an article to go along with this scene, I decided to share the poem. It may not make much sense, but whatever… still fun.
There was once a tall white house,
sitting on a long farm.
There was once a tall white house,
with no one to be found.
I walked upon the tall white house,
and hoped to be greeted.
I walked upon the tall white house,
and waited to be seated.
We met at the tall white house,
where vision became reality.
We met at the tall white house,
determined to end brutality.
Camera: Nikon D700. 24-70
Processing: Lightroom, onOne Software Perfect Photo Suite 7
Thanks for reading and happy shooting,
Scott
Jim Denham
19 Nov 2012Love the bright white house and how it stands out against the environment! Cool poem too!
Scott Wyden Kivowitz
19 Nov 2012Thank you, Jim!
Otalia
31 Mar 2013Your photo fits the poem :)