Semi-Daily Scribbles

The light from my kitchen window provides constant inspiration. It’s a perfect display of illumination, and I never pass by without stopping to look. The objects don’t change, but their mood and character do depending on how the light decides to play at that precise moment: full on sunbeam, diffused and streaky, or a glowing trickle. Even a dark afternoon is bathed in its own special lighting, creating a striking portrait of the Very Real. And what is more beautiful than the things you reach out and touch every day?