“Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then so is ordinariness. Things are ordinary around us when we feel ordinary. We project it onto things.
It’s easier to take it if we manage to convince ourselves that it’s about how things are, not about how we are.
This week’s Lens Artists challenge, hosted by I. J. Khanewala, is the ordinary.