Details that are the type of photos I like to take. Close-ups. So close, I sense I can see atoms dancing. Maybe the idea is to get inside the object? I don't know… but I like focusing the camera on the little details, the corners, the forgotten spot where the heart of the matter seems to beat.
Hand to heart.
Carved wood, brass tacks, worn velvet brocade upholstery, faded paint… The texture is rich, the details endless, the history evident. It has been touched; it has lived.
When focusing on the entire armchair, those inviting details might be lost, and it is often seen as just another worn-out armchair.
A place to be still.
Layers upon layers of time. The French word on the leather bond book, "Chansons," translates to "Songs." Books invite you to hold them, open them, as if holding hands through time. There is movement in those worn pages, collective thoughts, like a song asking you to join in. Soul humming.
Stories unfold.
We were communicating through the presence of silence.
Telling time, telling our story.
I am taking time to notice the little things.
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