Feeling philosophical tonight. Be aware. or beware. your choice 🙂
I think it all has to do with these photos….photos of texture. texture in our yard. it’s nothing really…bricks, straw, rocks…nothing important or thought-provoking….but it’s there. all this texture. and so I looked it up.
No, I didn’t google “how are bricks made” or “is all mulch equal” – I looked up the word texture. and this a little peek into what I found…
tex·ture (tkschr) n.
- The distinctive physical composition or structure of something, especially with respect to the size, shape, and arrangment of its parts
- Distinctive or identifying quality or character
The composition….the structure…or the distinctive identifying quality. And it got me thinking…
…do I have a texture?
is it humor? is it irony? is it awkwardness or weirdness or quirkiness? WHAT IS MY TEXTURE?! Can I change mine? can a pile of straw become bricks? more importantly – how do I make my texture, my very composition and distinctive identifying quality….how do I make it love? I guess I need to resize, reshape and rearrange my parts….sounds like a rough time…pun totally intended.