It's the light. Really
It’s the light. Really.

It is the light. It’s always the light. I took this picture in The French Quarter, at about the same time I made pictures for the last couple of posts. In any other light I’d have likely just walked right by this scene. But, in golden light the reds just popped and the shadows got deep, rich and contrasty.

It’s luck. Timing. Being in the right place at the right time. Whatever.

It’s also the reason that some pictures of similar subjects are better than others. Of course, you can help yourself a little bit by leaving your computer chair, or couch, or Barcalounger, at the right time of day and putting yourself in front of a scene that will blow up in the right light. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not sure if this is one of those scenes or not. It was one of those pictures that I took on my way to someplace else. On the other hand, I know I wouldn’t even considered it if I saw it in muddy, gloomy light. I might not even have thought about it in high noon, bright sunlight. But, in low golden light…