I take a lot of pictures around the house. I often get sucked into some good morning light and get lost for about 45 minutes, going from room to room. The light in the new place is great. Very sharp, bright. I have so many windows, each room is filled with character. There are small details and lots of wear. Yet I always find that I take the most pictures in the kitchen. I dont know if it is the light, the food, the cookeware, objects, dish towels. I spend a lot, I mean, a. lot. of time in the the kitchen. Cooking is my relaxation. My comfort zone. Its where I go after a long day. Where I wind down. Most people find cooking a chore. Something they dread having to do after a day at work. Not me. Honestly, I’d rather cook than go out. Strange?
These pictures were all taken in my kitchen. They dont really portray the hustle, or the activity that goes on in here. They dont show the messy corners that I am sure we all have and hide. They do, however, capture the feeling. The light. A bit of simplicity. Some moments.
Im not sure what it is I like about these. They have been hanging around for a while, all taken at different times. I think they sing the loudest together.