A Life Less Ordinary

Talking tonight about 'The ordinary made extraordinary' objects with texture, seeing things that make you stop and want to capture. To me..a lot of it seemed to be about seeing displaced objects, items that are not where they SHOULD BE.

Hmmmmm *calls Mr Freud*

As soon as I stopped talking about how beautiful industrial buildings can be I remembered that coming home from work..I spotted this at the end of my street. The mill I get all my old furniture has clearly been cut in half at some point in history. I saw the hearts in the door...and I couldn't stop looking.
The red of the door, the blue of the sky..and the footprint of the stairs that don't reach the door anymore.

I'm not going to over analyse. IT'S A PERFECT DOOR. AT THE END OF MY STREET, FULL OF LOVE HEARTS BUT WITH NO WAY TO REACH IT.

Blip is not my therapy. OH NO.NOT AT ALL.

XkX