It's cool outside. I don't think it's as warm as forecasted. That's not a bad thing. But the overcast, the sun just barely being able to come through, is just a bit melancholy.
I didn't know what to photograph today. There was no inspiration arising. But I committed (in my head) to making the effort to get something up every day this year. Sometimes it'll just be going through the motions.
The blue and tan artworks in the first photo are my grandmother and great grandmother. They were from a village in what is now Ukraine. I can't imagine what they saw in their lifetimes with WWI (my grandmother was here in the U.S. and my great grandmother had passed by WWII) and other upheaval that surely faced them. While I'm their descendent, I've been fortunate to grow up in safety. I continue to live in said safety. But seeing what others are experiencing, I can't but feel that just because it's there it doesn't affect me or it doesn't matter. We're all connected. For me, I'm connected to the region by blood as well.
What a clumsy way of saying that I'm feeling off. The world can't seem to catch a break.
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