My morning began by slowing down, strolling about in the sun on our little urban homestead, appreciating the daily beauties that I so easily grow accustomed to. Oftentimes I look past the small things and tend to not "see" in a way that honors its presence. This is sort of my form of meditation, in which I attempt to disengage from the art school, analytical programming of design, composition, value etc. and just feel my way through the lines. Though this was "freeform" day and could be anything, it was interesting to notice so many parallels to "love" as my pen explored the flowers presence.