I’m not a disciplined or well-equipped photographer, and I really believe creating impressions with words is the gift I offer the world (/burden I saddle it with — whichever). But in my daily walks I have been collecting a number of images I would like to share about which I don’t have a huge story to tell. A lower output of grist from the mill of my normally overactive mind of late might be attributable to the fact that we’ve been getting a lot less sleep while Emilia is simultaneously teething and becoming accustomed to sleeping with her arms free (she used to be double-swaddled for nigh-nigh but her uncanny ability to escape these complex wrapments has earned her parole).
I’m sure we’re getting more sleep than say, the survivors of the <take your pick from any of several recent natural disasters>, and my commitment to the bigger picture requires me to acknowledge the relativity of our suffering. Still, my mind is mush lately. Instead of 1500 words on the phenomenon of a thread unraveling on my sweater, I am simply posting an image I captured a week or so ago, and I have lots more like this so I’m numbering this #1 in case I decide to do it again later.
Here. I made this for you. If you click it it will display a larger version.