welcome home

looking back, i realize my last two blips were of humble objects, rediscovered with affection during the storm. lying in bed last night i wondered, what other cherished simple objects do i have in my life that i take for granted? we'll see where this leads.

this is the knob to my kitchen door, the door everyone uses. it is mismatched from centuries past. it is old and worn. it wobbles and rattles. it takes coaxing to operate successfully.

i aspire to be a minimalist. i will never get there. but i do know this knob is far too "fancy" for my taste. so why am i blipping it as an unsung hero in my world?

when i get home, this is my first touch as i enter the house. when i leave, it's my last. i've never really studied the raised pattern of the knob until today, but my hand knows exactly how that pattern feels. my hand knows that knob more than my mind ever could. i like that. i like ordinary objects that quietly become a part of you.

we'll see what tomorrow brings.