12 of 12, November 2018

I kind of forgot it was 12 of 12 for most of the day, and so was forced to resort to desperate strategies at the end of the day. When I got home, I decided to look for patterns, or interruptions to patterns.

This is from the pebble patch by the front door.

Here’s a coastal daisy hiding amongst the other daisy-things.

Here’s a coastal daisy breaking through the fence palings.

Here’s a dead leaf amongst the living.

Somehow some gravel snuck up onto the retaining wall.

This bit of fence might be getting on a bit.

There’s a roll of sisal rope in the garage.

Once upon a time there were eight cups in this set (two of each colour) but somehow, when one of my nieces was living with me, one of them transformed from green and same-size-as-the-rest, to translucent blue and doesn’t-match-at-all.

There’s a book missing. That’s because it is being read.

Light from the upstairs window shining on the lawn and fence below.

Part of my penguin collection … but not all of them are penguins.

A shelf full of UHT milk. The single carton on the right is messing with my head, as there is supposed to be an even number of them (because … reasons).

[The “12 of 12” project involves taking 12 photos on the 12th of the month, thus providing the opportunity to get snapshots of different aspects of your life … or just miscellaneous weird stuff. This is the 111th instalment since 2009.]