Since I started taking pictures of my T’s I came to realize that there is more colour than just colour.

As if I didn’t know before.

I’m more aware of it now.

The garden has 100 types of green in it.
& Suddenly a green seems yellowish.

I don’t just look at the birds anymore, flying around, collecting tiny bits of food I can’t see.

I look at colours I can’t figure out how they came into life.

Look at these wooden boxes. Boxes I stand on at my work for reaching out for higher shelves.

I thought they were just wooden.

Now I know better.

But is my life richer then?