Two things I like
chimneys and shadows
Yesterday, while stopping by my local office supply/photo shop, the woman beside me at the print station sat in front of a lovely image of a an orange cat traversing a dilapidated interior. The colors were bright – oranges, greens, and yellows – and the image was elegant and strange. I told her how much I liked the composition, she then showed me a series of very dull though vaguely pretty pictures. I told her that I liked the first one the best, she tried to convince me of the merits of some of the others.
I like shadows and chimneys (flowers and bodies of water too) but their niceness gives me pause. In eighth grade, my best friend and I decided that nice was the basest of insults.
I doth protest too much.