Abandoned Dreams

This house was just off Highway 71 in Southern Iowa. I passed it and had to flip a U-turn to get the shot.
What happened here? This was a nice house at one point and now it's cast aside like a pair of old shoes... People lived here, farmed here, raised kids here, and then they just left.
These houses always make me sad. Fall is the perfect time to capture the feeling of their state of disrepair and abandonment. Winter best captures their loneliness.

So what do you think?

Two doors down there is a shed with a light on the apex of the roof. At night it's a picture, seriously perfect picture... even with a crappy camera like mine I think it would do well... good fore and background.

BUT (and you knew there had to be one right?)

There's a street light at 10 o'clock that I can't figure out a way to get out of the frame and the light from it would take the picture from "Wooooooo..." to "Oh yah, a shed." Now, I know shooting the street light out is probably bad. (I could leave off probably but it's for ART right? lol I keed. I keed.)

So, should I just shrug and not take it or take it and photoshop the light out of it? I ask this because it's no longer a picture if I start monkeying with it is it? I mean yanking a big honking light pole and light out of it is pretty much changing it a lot right?

Or is that OK? Is post processing assumed in just about any picture any more and I'm a naive dumbaxx for assuming all those great shots I see here are really that great in the raw?

Opinions? Thoughts? (No. I'm not going to shoot out the street light. That would be one of those "bad things" I keep reading about in the paper.

(For an example of some pictures I've taken check out my flickr page. They're not all great, but there are some good ones in there. One day I need to make an album of the ones I think are my best.)

New Glasses

I got my new glasses today from zennioptical.com and I really like 'em. Remind me of my Navy issue BCs. (Birth Controls... So bad nobody would have sex with you.) They also remind me of the first glasses I ever remember my dad wearing.