“Uck,” I grumbled, “the tables a mess again.”
Jon looked at the table, then at me. “It’s our table,” he said.
And in that moment, I saw our dining room table with all the piles of “stuff” on it as something very sweet. Something that Jon and I had created. Something we would continue to re-create each time I cleaned it up and we built up those little piles again and again.
As we were eating breakfast this morning I glanced over at one of those piles, one of my piles, and thought how it was in a way, a portrait of me. So I took a picture of it.
Then I walked around the table taking pictures of all the little piles that I found interesting. The last one was a picture of the pile of stuff next to where Jon sits.
Jon wrote today how clutter is his natural environment and asked if clutter can be beautiful. His answer: “My philosophy is that anything can be beautiful if it looks beautiful to the photographer.”
Today I too found beauty in our clutter. And in the next few days, I’m sure to clean off the table and see beauty in its simplicity. For a little while anyway.
I have a clutter corner around my recliner which I have always disparaged but now I can see it as a portrait of me, too. So, thank you.
Oh good Alice! It’s such a better way of seeing things.