I've realized recently that I don't pay attention to the things around me. It was a startling realization because I used to be so aware of my surroundings. I took pride in noticing interesting things like textures, colors, and shadows that were hidden in plain sight. I'm not sure if it's part of growing up - the fact that I have a lot more on my mind than I used to- or if it's that I've become too detached and take things for granted. Either way, it's no good at all.
So. With my trusty camera in hand, I went about exploring the alley behind my studio. This is a place I walk by very frequently (I would say every day, but that's just a lie) but have never taken the time to actually see. There are some pretty amazing things going on in that alley.
Blocked off windows and doors:
(this one is the back of my husband's building)
And loads of pattern on pattern action:
Also of interest, I'm moving into a different studio at the end of this month. The studio next to mine has been empty all year and just recently I've started looking at it longingly and fantasizing about the things I could do with twice as much space. That means my current studio will be open in addition to two others in my building. They're cheaper than anywhere else in Kansas City, with heat and air conditioning and lots of natural light.