one. then two. then twenty.

one.
then two.
then five.
then twenty.
and then one hundred thousand.
all
falling
together.


and hours later.
our world is....


sweaters.
tugged in tighter.
warm beverages 
cupped between thankful
hands.
cozy-ers cozy in to their
someone closer.


and the candles lite hold 
the color
of our glowing, flickering existence.


and hours later.
our world is....


have i ever seen this 
brillance of new 
before?
every time i ask myself.


my collection of memories seem
to encourage me that...
yes.
in fact i know this.


but the shimmer. 
gentle gracing.
resting.
delighting.
being.


all. it all is new.
every time.
new again.


and hours later.
our world is 
completely changed....

covered.
.....in snow.




it's the best, right?






- n.

color in a coke bottle.

sometimes the color around me is overwhelming. 

it beckons be to stop.

to take a moment.

and be apart of the color.

sometimes i have my camera.

sometimes i don't.

these moments just happen. and as much as i want to plan them and force them to happen. i can't. they come and go as they like.

it is my work. to learn how to be present to them.

and to actually...stop.
and see the color.

in a junkyard. on a wednesday night. amongst the coke bottles. and the favorite korean beverage: hite beer.

where do you see the color today?