The Little Things

The Little Things

Since receiving my new camera about a year ago, I have taken thousands of pictures.  But lately I am drawn to photograph tiny little things, like my inch tall tumbling Santas, or the details on a plate designed by my favorite artist.  It happened quite by accident.  I was photographing my thrift store finds to share with my sister, who used to be my thrift store buddy.  But now, since we are so far apart, I thought it would be fun to include her in going through my loot.  I was taking pictures of a plate I found, when I began to zoom in and notice all kinds of little details.  I could almost feel the artist over my shoulder smiling, “Yes, there is a lot more to see.” 

This spark ignited a flame of curiosity about the tiny little unnoticed world all around us.  I have often thought about the vastness of the universe, but haven’t pondered the little things very much.  Now I am noticing them everywhere, in fabrics, textures, and tiny little collectibles for the knick-knack shelf.

I watched the Incredible Shrinking Man on you tube and in the end, he never really disappears, because infinity works in both directions.  He would just keep getting smaller and smaller forever and ever. 

This attention to small things can lead to a great deal of peace and wonderment!  To cease looking outward, or onward, or beyond to some far away place or time, and to be present right where you are; to notice the tiny details of your child’s fingernails, or the curve of your lover’s nose.  It’s comforting to know there is so much to explore in your very own home,  so many ways to grow in creativity just by becoming aware of what is all around you in every moment.  Why, there may even be a universe in that little dust speck after all!

Museum Magic

A bit of birthday money was burning a whole in my pocket, so I took to the streets to see what goodies I hadn’t discovered yet. I was tickled to find that the cute little place that is usually locked up had some dim lights inside and a person browsing around. I pushed open the door and my heart leaped!

Partly because it was one of the first times I remembered to push the door instead of pulling. I had just embarrassed myself minutes before at the little thrift store I like. I had pulled the handle. It didn’t budge. So I hung my head, took a few steps and started window-shopping. Then I saw a woman who was clearly browsing in there! So I went back to the door, and pushed. That was the trick. But back to the museum: this is not an ordinary museum, but quite like an old country store. And all the goodies on display are for sale! I set about to browsing, when the old gentleman running the place greeted me in Danish. I took a moment to make it obvious we have a language barrier, but like most of the Danish folks, he did his best to help me in broken English. I selected something darling to help me with a bit of Danish vocabulary. Reminded me of the old Dick and Jane illustrations in the states.  

My eyes fell to the floor where this shoehorn creature begged me to take him too! I tried to ignore him, picking him up, admiring him, setting him back down. No, there was no leaving this little guy.  

We had boot-removing devices when I was a kid, but nothing like this! Ours was just an ugly piece of wood with a v at the top. This guy became my birthday present!   

After paying for my finds, I asked the man if I might take some photos. He was more than accommodating, pointing out interesting antiques around the place, and welcoming me to different rooms.   Enjoy the slideshow!

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Get rid of people on Pinterest

I just cleaned up my Pinterest page and now I love it! All the entries before me are friends and family and not a bunch of strangers!  To get rid of those pesky pinterest entries that you don’t care to see, just click on the name of the poster beneath the picture. On their page, if the grey box says “Unfollow All”, then click it.  If it is red and says “Follow” , then go through each board and click “unfollow” until you have reached the end. Do this for each entry and soon the only people you will see on your pinterest are YOUR preferences!  You’re very welcome!

Something about Michael

There is something about my Michael; something that emanates from him the way a little cloud of dirt encircles Pigpen.  But with Michael, it isn’t stinky, or dirty or even visible.  It is an attractive reassuring calm that draws the anxious like a magnet.  I have felt this calm in others, but it’s usually fleeing, or mood based.  It doesn’t seem to be a part of them.  But Michael ‘s very essence says,  “Don’t worry.” 
It needs no explanation. It just is. Like the air you breathe. Or the sun in the sky. It just is. A calm confident assurance that all is well.
I don’t know how he got it, or where he got it. But I told him that someday he might have to disappear so the crowds don’t press him too much, the way they did with Jesus.

Danish Festivities

   With this guy watching, you can bet Santa knows if you’ve been bad or good!  

Taking a break from toymaking

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