My husband likes to joke that I take photos of the cracks in the sidewalk or just of the ground in general. And...well...he would be telling the truth. Usually something at my feet - a color, a pattern, a line, a shadow, something - has caught my eye and out comes the camera.
The same held true for Saturday's visit to see Infinite Variety: Three Centuries of Red and White Quilts. While everyone, myself included, was gazing up and up and up at the quilts, the lighting caught my interest when I chanced to gaze a bit too high once and looked straight into a light. Spotlight after spotlight shown down on the rows of fabric.
In the split second it took to see all the lights, my brain shouted to look down at my feet and on the floor for the shadows that must be there if only one looked close enough. So I looked.