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?