Found Things
Walk into my house, cast your eyes about for a moment and you might notice the little bits of outside-brought-inside.
Coming home from the morning stroll with my beloved dog usually means emptying pockets and pouches filled with treasure that caught my eye and I just couldn't leave behind: leaves with amazing shapes, some tattered and torn, others faded to hues only found in nature; a beautiful twig that just begged to be included; feathers that have been trodden on a thousand times and now sit like proud jewels on my desktop.
Open any book on any shelf and no doubt a flower will come tumbling out,r eady for its close up.
Coming home from the morning stroll with my beloved dog usually means emptying pockets and pouches filled with treasure that caught my eye and I just couldn't leave behind: leaves with amazing shapes, some tattered and torn, others faded to hues only found in nature; a beautiful twig that just begged to be included; feathers that have been trodden on a thousand times and now sit like proud jewels on my desktop.
Open any book on any shelf and no doubt a flower will come tumbling out,r eady for its close up.