I find the clutter of the image to be fascinating. There's such a plethora of shapes and sizes, textures and colors in abundance, and yet I feel the eye is drawn to composition as a whole. The photo has a tremendous amount of disorder and matter for the viewer to feast on. The most important aspect of the photograph itself is the contrast, the static chaotic nature brimming with several shadows and shapes amalgamated as one subject. That nature intrigues me, catches my eye, because in spite of the fact the subject captured was a shambles of disarray trimmings and cut-offs from branches, bushes, unsuccessful hobby projects and the like, the angle in which I took the shot itself to me fits them together like they belonged. Like the central object, the piece of lumber, the discarded plank of wood, partially buried, divides the light and dark as a make-shift borderline. To answer the question as to if others can see the similar feeling of ordered clutter, I cannot be sure. It simply could be my personal perceptions, but the pile I truly believe gravitates the eye to gaze and unfurls the bedlam as it is laid bare. Whether the photo distinctly conveys those sentiments enough in order for communal viewing to yield the semi-artistic prominence of what is essentially waste, is beyond my discerning.
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