One morning at drawing class, I’d left off correcting the proportions of the first drawing of a spider monkey skull, and had gone to take a break.
When I was done “breaking”, on the way out I happened to look back into the room.
I saw the washing machine.
Actually noticed it.
Noticed what was happening on and around it.
Late morning sun was coming through the curtained window.
I took out my camera.
Beauty was in the bathroom.
Noticing sometimes comes so unexpectedly.
The light was wonderful, entrancing, exciting.
Close in, close up, the colors and patterns were fascinating.
Outside, it’s November.
Leaves have left the trees, letting in full sun.
Light, shade, repetition, variety, contrast…..
Curtain edges interrelate.
Where did that rainbow patch come from?
During my noticing and picture-taking I had no sense of time.
I had to check the data stored with the images to find out how long I was picture-taking.
The noticing period that brings you this post was two minutes and seven seconds.
One hundred and twenty-seven seconds.