I love little corners - nooks if you will. A place where a house plant can sit and finish a room. A place where a Herman Miller chair reclines while you read about a sun rising. Lately, corners are where my son pretends to hide. An escape from a world of giants, if only for a season.
I tend to look for corners as I photograph. Something that feels familIar yet a little off to most. Gone are the people, the fashionista model, or the Muir inspired landscapes.
Just a plain corner that evokes the feelings of completeness, comfort, and escape.
Somehow that’s enough for me.
