As per the last words of Sharn's grandmother (literally, as she lay dying) - "I'm not dead yet!" Those were her last words.
I am not sure that I should be thanking you for bringing this to my attention, but it is very much something that I can relate to. I observe detail in prolific and mundane things.
I often think that others do not, but maybe I just stop to take the time to tell them about those details. The details I tend to notice probably deserve their own posts, but I know the first time I saw light filtering through the West, onto a four lane road, and the car's alloy wheels reflected the light back onto the pavement, and their own body work was when I first truly knew I wanted to do photography. In the light, nothing can hide, and you can notice everything.
Then, again, with the light. I LOVE light filtering through substances. Eg, the sun shines through the laundry door, onto the often open dyer door, and refracts through the plastic, creating strange and interesting patterns of light, forged by the microscopic scratches of jean studs and buttons rubbing against the door in countless drying cycles.
My biggest weakness is my attention to detail.
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