The air has finally grown chilly in Houston. At this point in the Photo 101 course, I’m wondering why I thought I could be an active participant, armed with nothing more than an iPhone. As I marvel over the creativity of my classmates to photograph “warmth”, I wander through my neighborhood in search of something artistic. The skies are gray. It’s 45 degrees. Houston, the city that defines not just warmth but hot and humid is not helping me, today. I photograph yellow flowers. That’s a warm color. Then, I photograph a welcoming porch. That looks warm and cozy. Just when I’m about to give up on the “warmth” assignment, I see it. Walking down this street, day after day after day, and it’s a surprise to me. A mural on the side of a garage is the brightest spot in the neighborhood and it took an assignment for Photo 101 for me to notice it. No longer am I doubting my participation but grateful for the opportunity to discover my neighborhood with new eyes.
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