A few months ago I heard about a photographer who takes pictures of the ‘ordinary’ in her life in an attempt to capture those very mundane moments and objects that illuminate the essence of a particular life in a particular time. A couple of Sundays ago, an alphabet of ordinary items found in my home started to whisper their way into being. I have long been enamored of the alphabet–perhaps because I teach young children, perhaps because words have been central to my journey, and to me, letters are building blocks–seeds for expression and connection. And so, each day for the next 26, I will listen for the whisperings of these objects I take for granted within these walls to hear what they have to say about my life.
crocheted long ago
an embrace across the years
Grandma’s warmth lives on
interesting idea!
Thanks! It has been fun to wander around the house looking at objects with the alphabet in mind and then trying to craft a haiku for them.