The struggle

Writers struggle with words.  Photographers struggle with images. I know,  I have been one and the other.  Let me tell you a word about photography.  I struggle with images, not in the darkroom or as is the practice today in front of a computer screen with the Photoshop program running, but much earlier than that, before and while the photographs are taken.  I drive around, the dog in the back seat, the camera in the front passenger seat, see interesting sights, stop, park, get out, try to capture the image I've just spotted, and fail, sometimes succeed, struggling to repeat the initial impression.

There is a sight, a short walk from my house that has fascinated me for months that I have tried to capture in all its beauty as I have seen it.   I have failed.   See it above.  A shack, perhaps a garage, with patterns of peeling paint, that I have found interesting, but how do you show it, how do you communicate it?  It is a flat space, after all, and photography is about three dimensional space, isn't it?

This photograph was taken at 1pm today, not a good  hour for the light, but then, with such flat space would a  different position of the sun have made a difference?  It is, by the way, the best photograph of this shack that I have managed to take.

What would have made it better?  Perhaps a pedestrian on the left or right dressed in a pattern complimenting or contrasting with the patterns of peeling paint.