Kinda like the side of the highway, where I walk in the mornings and find leftover snow to step in, for just a second, while no one’s watching – my 52 Frames photo this week is one last photographic taste of the good white stuff.
Except more like street-lit at nighttime yellowish stuff. I debated submitting a B&W version, which was kind of a pure interpretation, considering the dog was actually black and the snow was truly white.
Week 2: Break the Rules
The winter dog immigrant to the Middle East finally gets his due.
[As is famous in my rebellious photos, my subject is leaving the frame (or sniffing the edge of it) and I’ve kept the broad white space below; but notice it’s not totally empty…]
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