Club Foot
I found eight clubs at my feet the other day on a street corner in Fernood. Run over and ground into the pavement, but still legible.
I have seen many things on the pavement, but I don’t recall that an eight of clubs was one of them.
Canon 5D MkII, with Nikkor-N 24mm/f2.8 lens, ISO 100, 1/2000th +/- 2.0 E.V.
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burnt embers 
This has such an unusual look, as if it were floating under a shallow pool of water over ripples of black volcanic sand.
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Thank you Lynn – I am glad you see that ripples too, though they are in fact shadows of tree branches.
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Yes, I thought that, too. An underwater feeling. Very nice.
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I see I called you Lynn, Karen. Sorry about that. I hope you don’t mind being mixed up with Composer in the Garden (I wouldn’t).
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Ha, now I see what I was doing – its what I get for answering comments in the Notifications list which only shows part of the comment chain. I did not mix any names up after all. Phew!
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Soon you may find the other 51 cards laying around. Seriously, it looks great against this background.
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Thanks Ken. There were a few more lying on the grass verge next to the side walk in this area, but I was with a friends and we passed this spot quickly so I only had time to stop for the card on the road.
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Perhaps it was trying to find the three of diamonds: http://melindagreenharvey.com/2012/10/27/october-27/
I like it that your shoes and the twig are in the frame.
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Hi Melinda – I had forgotten about your photo of a card on the ground. Probably some unconscious memory inspired this photo though. I like that twig too, and my shoes don’t really intrude too much.
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Whenever I try a shot like this that includes my feet I either crop them out or don’t use the shot at all. So I am not entirely sure why I think YOUR shoes add to the image, but MY shoes detract! Maybe I need better shoes?
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Mine are plastic Birkenstock clogs, worn to ease a foot problem, but impractical in many other ways. So “better shoes” is unlikely to be the answer. It is probably a matter of familiarity breeding contempt – those darned feet have been with you for so long.
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