I liked the contrasts in textures here – the shaggy sash, with the gridded screen in the background, and then the softer out of focus foliage behind that. Just another small scene, from a small cottage, that reminds me of the importance of taking time to notice…
We push open the cracked door, and listen to it complain as rusty hinges bite. The greenhouse is old, dusty; plants are spilling over their baskets reaching for the ground. After a few minutes, I look outside; the sky is gone. So are the hills and the trees, lost in a thick, damp fog.
It’s as though we have skipped a season, time moving faster outside than here with us. But that’s okay: I’m warm, I’m dry, and I’m with you.
Some thoughts move quickly, and I catch only glimpses of them as they flash by. Others sit, plump, hanging in the air for what seems like hours. Speed does not correlate with quality, either… these relationships are harder to fathom, more obscure in form and function… all I know is that it’s important to be ready, to be observant, so as not to let them slip away, unnoticed.