My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walked the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.
— Robert Frost
Some of my favorite photos on instagram are scenes of everyday life taken from above. Meals, projects, books, desk tops (the old fashioned kind), crafts — I love to see what other families are creating, reading, cooking . . .
Inspired by this view of the world, I’ve been documenting the tops of our busy tables — capturing a visual reminder of what occured before one project was cleared away to make room for the next. And I’ve found myself with a growing series of these images.
Most of my photos “from above” include little hands, which puts everything into context. These wonderful little hands were here, doing all these interesting little things.
Documenting helps me to notice the details and pay attention to the creative process unfolding every day all around me. And they notice when I notice. They notice that I’m interested in their projects and because of that, they delve more deeply into them.
Also, the view from above doesn’t look quite so much like a mess, does it?