Texture: that which we touch, which touches us, which we feel. Texture lets us know we’re alive, we’re here, we’re present and presently interacting. Texture teaches us that the world is sameness and contrast – smooth, cold, rough, warm – and solid as concrete.
How much do you pay attention to what you touch and what touches you?
When you become fully mindful of something’s presence, do you feel more fully alive?
Have you ever lost the concept of time as you stroked silky fur, or dipped your toes in flowing water?
Time pales in significance when I am present with something completely.
When I was a docent at our local art museum, I loved sharing the concept of texture with the school children who were touring. I’ve written a poem called texture and have to say that, along with color, this is my favorite element of art. Ergo–I loved your photography! And the black and white ones amaze me. Perfect way to feature texture.
I’ve always found monochrome photos to be very tactile; they show off contours so well!
Priscilla–How does one participate in these challenges? I’d love to play a bit more with photography.
I “follow” the WordPress Daily Post, which not only gives weekly photo prompts, but also does daily writing prompts. The “follow” function sends you an e-mail whenever they post a new challenge.
Thanks! I’ll check it out.
Really like your monochrome images.
I finally caught up with your blog after an absence of a month or so, and I have to say that I am touched by your presence in your images & words. It has the texture of love. Thank you.
Aw, thanks, dear sister! Love is a good feeling, to be sure.
I’m glad to see Steve prefers stroking your knee to rubbing a pineapple…..It’s a good sign.
Lovely pics Scillabuddy
Yes, or I’d be searching for him every night at the grocer’s…ooh, what heartbreak I’ve been spared! 😉
EVERY night **!!??
I’m all for a bit of pseudo-fruit-rubbing, but tell him to show a bit of restraint.
Hey, I’m not complaining, why should you?! 😉
Jealousy obviously….(Not that I want Steve to come and rub my pineapple you understand).