Sometimes what isn’t there tells a wonderful story.
Sailors take warning.
Misty memory in a quiet place.
Couldn’t resist. I was just going to call this a red, white and blue abstract but the lock and colors were too much of a temptation.
The title says it all. Maybe one can find more straight lines in a prison but the Alington Street subway stop in Boston is certainly a major contender.
Looking at fine art is the best way I know to get my creative juices flowing. Boston has one of the finest in the country so spending a few hours here is a real treat.
We used to travel a lot. Digging through some of my old “road” pictures, I came upon this one. I’ve got no idea where I took this but clearly the shafts and splotches of light were of interest, as were the multiple doorways. The soft muted browns don’t hurt either.