Clicking nothing in particular
This weekend I did nothing. I enjoyed dolce far niente, the joy of doing nothing and also made sure to “let the joy of doing nothing not be marred by the guilt of doing nothing.”
So, without stepping out, I clicked nothing in particular from my comfy perch. It’s funny how my camera lens could seek the glory in the ordinary that my naked eyes had refused to see all this time that I’ve been living here 
dirty green
drained flowers
two lumps of white
stone wall
the grains in sand
