It’s funny but until yesterday I never saw the beauty in junk. I had an assignment and the brief asked us to make order out of chaos. We had to photograph 10 to 20 pictures in a scrapyard and print the two best compositions, then submit them. So yesterday I called my Dad and he said he would take me to a scrapyard and asked me to come down to his workshop. I always forget what a pack rag my dad is for scrap and other metal things. I got there and his workshop was filled with stuff from top to bottom, in every corner and its amazing because I was looking at chaos and then he said to me, “Why don’t you take a few shots here?”. I agreed instantly, this place was fabulous! It was a mini scrapyard in his workshop and I was seeing hundreds of photos everywhere I looked! I was in heaven.
Two hours later I was back home and I could feel it in my bones… My assignment was done. Looking at the pictures on the computer a while later and it was confirmed. The funny thing is that I’ve always made fun of my Dad’s workshop for the very same reason I love it now. LOL. I didn’t get two pictures that I spotted when I was walking out and it’s still bugging me so maybe I will have to get him to let me back in one of these days.
I also walked around our house and found a few things to photograph. If it’s in his workshop, he must have a bit somewhere in his garden!



















