The children’s Imagination Station is a jumbled maze of two-by-fours plunked next to the millpond. It’s an eyesore but a child’s paradise with many nooks and grannies to explore. In the middle of the night, I can explore it without anyone around to raise an eyebrow. Light from the street lamps slices through the fences creating glorious patterns of chiaroscuro. The blurry image (above) gives no clues what it real and what is light or shadow. It has a juicy air of mystery about it. You can discern parts of the playground structures in the lower image, but it’s still unclear what’s what. Your eyes dart around attempting to make sense of it all. Both images remind me of my years with charcoal dust deeply embedded in my fingerprints from college drawing classes. The colors in these two images is accurate. I didn’t alter them in Photoshop.
