It feels as though I’ve photographed everything in the house.
I’ve gathered kitchen tools, musical instruments, books, my collection of sea glass, and even bathroom supplies. In my quest for new subjects, I’ve photographed items in my parents’ basement and have considered bringing my camera to work.
One day this winter, I captured this piece of an old tin roof my husband and I picked up at an antiques shop in Ontario:
So when I looked at it the other day, I almost dismissed it as something I was done with. But then, I noticed this tiny heart created by the cracks in the rust:
It seems that I need to follow my own advice and simply look closer.