Sometime, all you need is a shape. Detail is superfluous when outlines tell a story. This is my mother, Gladys, fifty-five years ago. I probably mis-judged the back-lighting, but I like to think that I was concerned only with capturing a shape.
Raise a toast to the humble picture-postcard photographers of a century ago. They seemed to spend their lives producing decorative trinket...
This is a beautiful picture. Look, you even have the shape of steam from the pot. I love it.
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