Photos 'n Junk

Tip: take a Dogfish Head Indian Brown and keep it in a cellar for 2 1/4 years. Open, drunk, repeat. (Taken with instagram)

Lucky number 13 :) (Taken with instagram)

B. Wright don’t you let me down. Play that one called Sad Clown. You know that one’s about me. I’ve been thinking about leaving town. (Taken with Instagram at Westborough Train Station)

My favorite shot from last night’s #joepurdy concert. (Taken with instagram)

#JoePurdy (Taken with Instagram at Brighton Music Hall)

Weapon of choice for the fabulous Joe Purdy. (Taken with Instagram at Brighton Music Hall)

Taken with instagram

So I’ve been thinking a lot lately about patterns. There are lots of patterns at our disposal both in urban (which is to say manufactured) and organic spaces. There are behavioral patterns, logical patterns, cerebral patterns, and so on. Sometimes it seems as though everything fits into a pattern, in some sense. Take these storm clouds, shot on the night of the tornadoes: a loose pattern of fluffy-looking lumps. This pattern was a warning: a storm is coming. Mechanical patterns aren’t so easy to decipher. That’s where mother nature has one up on us: we’re hard-wired to understand her abstract patterns, and we have to reason out our own.

Let’s get things rolling. Had a nice session with Instagram in South Station. Here are some of my favorites. If you’re on Instagram, come follow me. I’ll follow back. (Unless I don’t like your photos. In which case I won’t follow back. Them’s the breaks.) I’m “mattshawblog”.