Discarded crates 1994
A fragment of a large pile of raw timber crates discarded by workers erecting lights on enormous lighting towers.
Unconsciously arranged, jammed together in whatever way they fell their focus was on what they contained, the lights, and not on the crates at all.
I was riveted at the time by the beauty of this raw wooden structure.
It is so easy to miss the endless beauty in every moment of the world in which we are submerged by attending only to that which is of our most immediate and pressing concern.
A little child sees this structure as something exciting to explore and for play, to an adult so often it is a mere hinderance, a by product and junk to be removed as quickly as possible.
Your life is a reflection of what you attend too. A mirror of what passes unconsciously through the filters you have created between yourself and reality.
Recognising these filters in each moment is the key to regaining the clear sight of a child.
Unconsciously arranged, jammed together in whatever way they fell their focus was on what they contained, the lights, and not on the crates at all.
I was riveted at the time by the beauty of this raw wooden structure.
It is so easy to miss the endless beauty in every moment of the world in which we are submerged by attending only to that which is of our most immediate and pressing concern.
A little child sees this structure as something exciting to explore and for play, to an adult so often it is a mere hinderance, a by product and junk to be removed as quickly as possible.
Your life is a reflection of what you attend too. A mirror of what passes unconsciously through the filters you have created between yourself and reality.
Recognising these filters in each moment is the key to regaining the clear sight of a child.
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Discarded crates 1994
A fragment of a large pile of raw timber crates discarded by workers erecting lights on enormous lighting towers.
Unconsciously arranged, jammed together in whatever way they fell their focus was on what they contained, the lights, and not on the crates at all.
I was riveted at the time by the beauty of this raw wooden structure.
It is so easy to miss the endless beauty in every moment of the world in which we are submerged by attending only to that which is of our most immediate and pressing concern.
A little child sees this structure as something exciting to explore and for play, to an adult so often it is a mere hinderance, a by product and junk to be removed as quickly as possible.
Your life is a reflection of what you attend too. A mirror of what passes unconsciously through the filters you have created between yourself and reality.
Recognising these filters in each moment is the key to regaining the clear sight of a child.
Unconsciously arranged, jammed together in whatever way they fell their focus was on what they contained, the lights, and not on the crates at all.
I was riveted at the time by the beauty of this raw wooden structure.
It is so easy to miss the endless beauty in every moment of the world in which we are submerged by attending only to that which is of our most immediate and pressing concern.
A little child sees this structure as something exciting to explore and for play, to an adult so often it is a mere hinderance, a by product and junk to be removed as quickly as possible.
Your life is a reflection of what you attend too. A mirror of what passes unconsciously through the filters you have created between yourself and reality.
Recognising these filters in each moment is the key to regaining the clear sight of a child.
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Discarded crates 1994
A fragment of a large pile of raw timber crates discarded by workers erecting lights on enormous lighting towers.
Unconsciously arranged, jammed together in whatever way they fell their focus was on what they contained, the lights, and not on the crates at all.
I was riveted at the time by the beauty of this raw wooden structure.
It is so easy to miss the endless beauty in every moment of the world in which we are submerged by attending only to that which is of our most immediate and pressing concern.
A little child sees this structure as something exciting to explore and for play, to an adult so often it is a mere hinderance, a by product and junk to be removed as quickly as possible.
Your life is a reflection of what you attend too. A mirror of what passes unconsciously through the filters you have created between yourself and reality.
Recognising these filters in each moment is the key to regaining the clear sight of a child.
Unconsciously arranged, jammed together in whatever way they fell their focus was on what they contained, the lights, and not on the crates at all.
I was riveted at the time by the beauty of this raw wooden structure.
It is so easy to miss the endless beauty in every moment of the world in which we are submerged by attending only to that which is of our most immediate and pressing concern.
A little child sees this structure as something exciting to explore and for play, to an adult so often it is a mere hinderance, a by product and junk to be removed as quickly as possible.
Your life is a reflection of what you attend too. A mirror of what passes unconsciously through the filters you have created between yourself and reality.
Recognising these filters in each moment is the key to regaining the clear sight of a child.
