a series of small observations
(a new photo project – ongoing)
Growing up, my mother used to boast that her kids didn’t need a circus. It was true, we were good at entertaining ourselves. Unlike kids growing up today, we were far from over-scheduled. There were just a handful of kids in our neighborhood and I was the only girl. Most days after school, my brother and I were left to our own imagination and creativity.
As an adult I have experienced some advantages from my upbringing. I am comfortable with myself when alone, I can still entertain myself and I still enjoy using my imagination. I don’t need to travel far. Often times it’s the simplest things that bring me joy, the small observations…I don’t need a circus.
over on Viewfinders this week, I spoke of cleaning out, purging, cutting through all the needless material stuff I have saved throughout my life.
However, there are some things to be held on to and passed down
from one generation to the next
They are the words, pictures, fibers and threads
of our story
“I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.”
~ G. Bachelard, The Poetics of Space