Unless we pay attention to life, engage with it, interact on it, look at it, even, it slips us by.
This is a place to stop, to look, to wonder, to listen.
It started as a place simply to record all of the boring little changes to my life and home, like touching up the white paint, putting in a baseboard, framing something. Wiping down a surface.
And it quickly turned into a bowl.
A bowl to place my photos in, to share with you.
And then it became a diorama, where we can focus on the beauty of our environment.
And it is also a place of wonder. Maybe a story.
This tiny, unknown blog, read by millions, is a tiny tune unsung. Or a birdsong that no one heard. It’s ambient noise. It’s an addition. A part of the hand.
It’s simply a boring rainbow.
Boring Rainbow 