barbara fletcher

Photography excites me — especially when I’m viewing the gorgeous, evocative, work by such talented artists as Frank Gross. His ability to capture the raw emotion of a landscape leaves me breathless sometimes.

So inspired by such deftness with a lens, sometimes I hesitate when presented with a snappable scene. I ask myself, Can I really do this photo justice? Can I capture what the lake smells like or how the trees etch their own words on the sky? I usually have just my iPhone on hand, which, having just enough megapixallage to get a web-worthy snap, has its artistic drawbacks. However, limitations aside, it’s terribly convenient and I can always blame flaws on the restrictions of the device. Right? (right.)

Anyhow, I persevere in my attempts at amateur iPhone photography. And this afternoon (Day #1 of creativeness), I spent some time arranging these snaps into a Flickr gallery (now gone). After agonizing over placement, I composed titles (which sometimes may even verge on the poetic) and descriptions.

This photo is taken from the upstairs gloom at The Waverley, a few doors down from the much-hyped establishment The World’s End pub in Edinburgh, Scotland. The Waverley seemed to have much better stories to tell.