Not a poet and I know it
Enough haiku silliness, time to get back to normal photography.
I’m starting off spring with a nice texturally image of old wood and black rubber. I was drawn to this scene because of the old tire that the tree grew around. Although you can’t see it in this photo that is a real 15′ tree, with branches and everything, that the tire is hugging. Judging by that nice wide whitewall it looks like the tire has been around for a while.
This wasn’t an overly colorful scene and I immediately knew it would make a good black and white image because of the textures in the scene and the contrast of the black and white tire. The angled broken barn door only enhanced an already nice rural setting.