They say it’s all about location, and as soon as I moved to the new house and realized we lived in the same neighborhood as a knuckle-dragging moron who likes to fire up his pipe-challenged Harley at 5 in the morning, the concept of location couldn’t have been more sharply illustrated.

Is it too much to ask for a rogue left-handed turn while this cro-mag is pre-occupied with the bugs he’s catching in his slack-jawed mouth? Not a casket mind you, just a full-body cast for the next nine months and I think we’re even.

But I digress. My point is, that location is to real estate, what composition is to photography. I think most people would live in a converted barn should it be placed on 100 acres of beach-front property. But most would happily pass living next to the imbecile we’re stuck with even if it was in their dream house. Unless of course that dream house was wallpapered with sound-proofing and came with noise-seeking missile launchers.

Back to the subject at hand, composition. You can make anything look good if you compose it so as to tap into the emotional quotient. And if you’re blessed with finding subject matter that’s already stunning, you’re now putting that dream house on that beach-front property. And if you properly expose it? That’s like doing a Neil Peart solo on cro-mag’s ear drums.

Just returning the favor.

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