I’ll just come out and admit this. I love Ingmar Bergman. I don’t want to die alone on an island in the Stockholm archipelago, but the empty images in his movies packed with all the meaning really seem to speak to me. Therefore, a lot of them end up on this thing.

Let’s peruse today’s empty images I believe are packed with meaning:

I’m not a fan of order. I’ve always believed that nature favors chaos. At least that is what I tell myself when I don’t want to make my bed in the morning.

Despite my non-love for things like being organized, I love the inherent organization in these types of subjects. It all kind of makes sense. The world frequently makes no sense at all, but these things do:

Actual people up here?  I mean not the kind that I use as accessories in photos?  Yes, it would seem to be so.  I liked how calm this guy seemed.  This girl on the other hand, seemed more nervous:

Everything good deserves a sequel.  OK, fine, you probably know the story of how I got these photos and when, but I will repeat it.  Last summer during my island vacation (and by that island, I mean Manhattan) my friend and I traveled to exotic Coney Island.  As luck would have it, there was a hurricane on the way.

But hey, I got some amazing photos while there:

Looks pretty modern for a building that is over 50 years old:

Just a lot of triangles:

No, I will never, ever, ever reference Proust again, but this photo does remind me of a particularly pleasant week I spent last summer:

Beauty is beauty, but when I am trying to do art, I gotta put on the uglies.  You know how whenever an actress puts on the uglies, she wins an Oscar?  Well, when I decide to visit art, it is usually kinda ugly: