I have a new mini-obsession. It’s been growing for weeks.
I love to take pictures of Nora’s toys. Not while she’s playing with them, though. Just as still lives.
There’s something expressive about them, something beautiful in there strangeness.
I love their primary colors, the smiles on their faces. I love the tableaus they create.
Most of all, I love where I find them, the places that Nora leaves them. The front windowsill, the floor in a patch of sun.
In these everyday objects, I see the course of my daughter’s day. I see the things that she loves.
I see her.