ABC...D: D.E.T.A.I.L.S.

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.

Grow Gracefully Daisies *.*


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