Fridays are my ME days ... I try not to schedule anything and allow the day to unfold, following my energy, dancing with my muse.
After a winter of needle arts (knitting, sewing, embroidery) I find myself picking up my cameras again. It's as if my eyes need waking up after my winter's nap.
So here is my practice, for the time being: a moment from my ME day - a visual poem if you will - or an excuse for not writing, just uploading.
What in your life is calling for your attention? Where does your gaze long to linger?