Flowers

Sometimes, a thing stands out.  Sometimes, that thing is flowers.

Sometimes, that thing is the color of a woman’s fingernails, or the taste of a sauce, or the aroma of cinnamon.

Part of the point, I think, is to take the time to notice the things that are meant to be noticed.

Another part of the point is to make the time to create things that are meant to be noticed.

Perhaps a painting.  Perhaps a dance step.  Perhaps a business card.

Looking back, I think the whole 365-day self portrait project had been, without my knowing, an exercise in feeding my inner Narcissus, which has long gone under-nourished. How else to explain a year’s worth of daily “Look at me!” posts?