I`m one of those people who scan the room for details.
I notice the misfit and the shy.
I notice the slim ray of light coming through the wrecked window glass.
I notice the tiny broderie on a worn out shirt and the sadness on the face of the sad in a happy gathering.
It is true that sometimes I focus too hot on the details and the unfocused part of a photograph that I risk missing on the bigger picture
but man I can`t help but fall in love with how people squeeze their eyes together when they smile as if they were trying to store the joy inside their heads;
how they bite their lower lip when they`re excited as if to contain their excitment from showing;
or how they like their eggs cooked and their sleeves rolled
or how they put their chin on their wrists and narrow their eyes when they need concentration.
I fall in love with the marginalized, the weird, the out-of-focus.
What can I do, my eyes are always thirsty for the detailed beauty. That`s what helps me make sense of the world.