Sunday, January 4, 2009

Occasionally, in life, there are a few moments of extreme mental clarity. The wood becomes more than a swirl of knots and a brush of texture and the carpet under your feet screams the story that thousands of feet have trod into each fiber. Colors scream in your minds eye with vavacity and are surreal instead of their typical opaque insubstance.

1 comments:

Rachel Adventure said...

Beautiful Heather. Though if you found anything beautiful about our carpet I must wonder how oblivious I am...