Key West Alleyway Close to Dusk
Written by Teresita Blanco (The Artsy Sister)
This is quite the cute new photo of mine. It features a bunch of cute little bikes. I thought the scenery looked pretty neat and the like. As of late, I have been taking alleyway photos. The sun usually falls there rather interesting looking. Most of the photos I take without some actual planning. I did use to put a lot more thought into it back when I was taking a photography class. One of the first photo projects was to take shadows into consideration. I took plenty of photos as part of the composition.
I am just a little bit bored and the like. I wish I had more focused thoughts with my writing. I am still very hungry and I am waiting for my pizza. I like eating pizza. When I was little I used to hate eating cheese. I ended up trying it one day when I was in the US. I was in public school and they only had pizza to feed the students. I was super hungry, so I ended up trying it. It makes me think that schools need to have better choices for foods. I do not know how things had changed. I just remember being hungry for most of my life.
In order to save money, I used to go to all the lines to stock up on breakfast. In high school, the lunch was really expensive. Most of the time was spent trying to make it to the lines to eat food. I was never the type of person to have a surplus to take my dinner. It is for this reason I kept a couple of toast and a donut from my breakfast. After eating my meal, I would try to make it to the library. I always enjoyed eating there, but I never did bother to ask permission to enter.
One needed permission to do everything, even to go to the bathroom. It was really stupid if you think about it. Then again, I have utter disdain for the ways of public schools in the US. The people there ask for respect, but they do not respect their own students. They are always so condescending, and they treat you like a freaking idiot. Well, I suppose some things cannot be helped. The photo was taken with my Fujifilm camera.
