Some days, in an office, you just have to look up…
Yeyyy you know that mottoto, “find beauty in the little things”, etc. It’s like… too easy and you wanna fight it, but you have to agree it’s a wisdom. Let’s say a lazy wisdom.
As a photographer, you can perfectly be a pro in Afghanistan’s moutains or a specialist of Amazonian’s spiders, or you can have a more normal job but post two pictures a week on Instagram taken in your kitchen, voilà.
You can read this article about The Yoknapatawpha Rule – which says that it is possible to use Faulkner’s revelation : talk about what around you, silly!
I realized a few months ago that people really like minimalism in photography. I’m sure that it’s a whole harp, from cleaned up esthetics concerns to Nordic sight-effectiveness, by way of Zen needs or just the pleasure of eyes.
So I began to post – maybe once a month – pictures about this ugly place in a landing office. Fake plants, worn out floor, lazy chosen furnitures…
I tried to keep it simple, but interesting : a sun light reflection, a blurry mood, a sharpangle view, etc…
For me it’s a way to keep focused (“What is there?”). Maybe. Or, Okey, to find beauty where there’s little.
Have a great day!
Small talks at work, we all do that. At least we try : mini-gossips, weather complains, anecdotes, little booboos and week-end failures, right? It’s friendly!
But are you lucky enough to know a colleague who could do “smaller talks”, which are like wordwinks? I do. And that’s delightful.
She passes by and says to me very seriously, without any sight of slowing down :
Then she’s gone.
Yeahhhh. You’ve been there, I hope! I often open my mouth, as expected, like very scandalized. That’s all. That’s enough.
One pleasure is to notice the slight wtf-embarrassment of other people.
And one another is to prepare a strict, mean revenge, for her appreciation. I could go beside her one hour later, and say with a strong belief :
“How did you dare??”
So there. Bim.
She’d frown and answer : “Because!”, then will push the cork : “HA!”. That’s all. After lunch, in the stairs, she’d add : “You had it coming!”. Ohhhh!
Well, you sometimes have to find your mate!
Thanks for reading! Bonne journée!