I love how rain precisely reflects images. I spent a long time in the craft store tonight picking out fabric for some new projects...too many things were tempting.
Ok so it's a bad picture, but hopefully it will remind me how you can see the same things everyday and suddenly they look different. A small scene, likes glasses on a shelf suddenly appear like a still life set up, waiting to be studied.
Is is really that in between light (i.e dusk and dawn) that's really so beautiful or the idea of how fleeting it is? I'm leaning towards believing it's closer to loving something you can't quite have.
Two small solitary moments of my day that I feel should be shared. It's always these peaceful moments of other people's life's I'm jealous of. Perhaps it just takes a photograph to make me see I have my own too.