Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Great black and white photographers, part 3


 In the photo above with the statue the first thing that caught my eye was the huge statue that's covered in drapes standing in front of the really brutal cross. In the next photo that is on top of the last photo the thing that really caught my eye is that weird little spiral next to the chapel. The reason why i chose these photos is Because i have always been attracted stepals and crosses.  

The things that i see in the statue photo is the middle of a bustling city i think this photo was taken in new york. I see a coke a cola sign in the back round Many buildings. The major thing that really pops out is the statue covered in drapes standing in front of a massive majestic cross.    

The things i smell is the gas coming from the cars passing by i can smell the air also people smoking cigarettes. I smell the mold from the drapes and the sewage , trash bin on the streets as well. i can smell the strange aroma the rain gives off as it hits the pavement.     

There are many things that I can hear the cars driving by the rain hitting the ground. The rustling through the trees as well blowing through the drapes that cover the statue. I can also hear Doors being open and closed in other buildings around the statue.  

The things i taste is the nasty aroma of the emission s  the cars give off under my throat. And the humidity in the air.


The things i see in the Chapel photo is the dark cloud s and the weird spiral next to the church. I also see different patterns on the walls of the church as well. I see a lot of vines around the chapel.

The things that i smell are the cold wind going in my nostrils. I can smell the old stone wich was used to make the chapel . And the strange aroma of the  vines as well .

There is a few things i can hear like the wind rushing pass my ears and the leaves crashing together as they are bieng taken away by the wind. I can hear the shutters on the old church opening and closing becaus of the fierce wind. I hear  creeks , cracks , and snaps as if the church is breathing.

There not many things i can taste but i can taste the cold dry wind and the and the moister my breath gives off as i look into the steam.                                                                                                                                

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