She must think I'm crazy as I run around taking pictures of obscure things around her house. I love that she doesn't ask me if I've lost my mind, but just goes about her business as though she lives every day with a camera-wielding crazy in her house.
But in the morning, there are pockets of beautiful light throughout her kitchen that are too lovely to resist.
Giving ordinary, mundane, every day things such beauty that it makes me ache to hold on the fleeting moments. But like life, it's impossible to hold on to moments no matter how wonderful they are.