At home: redundant still life x

My kitchen shelf is full of odd items. Keep sakes and objects. Why do they become a collection? A subliminal art display, I suppose. An unintentional placement of redundant items. Items that have become something else.

The darkroom timer. From a lost time. A fond time. Splashing around in chemicals. Creating photographs, and rubbing the emulsion through with your bare hands. A feather picked up on a walk with the children. I remember it worn like an indian feather all the way home. The lily head dress, a music festival left over...one of many...

In some way, objects are better than photographs because of their tactile nature. A comforting reminder that the past has created the journey to today. I like that. x