I think it's the enjoyment of composition that leads me to occasionally just have a little play with things to make it pretty when, perhaps, mopping the scooter oil and spag bog schmears off the floor might be more practical.
It might just be how the light hits something or a coincidental happy mix of colours.
It never lasts too long. The spell will be broken by some small critter disagreeing with my aesthetic. Sometimes it is the invited critters.
Order and a calm sense of zen are not appreciated by some. They turn things a bit topsy turvy and put things where they frankly do not belong!
Others are drop-ins. The cheek of these cockies pooping on the decking.
Who invited YOU to dinner? You looking at ME?
Are YOU looking at ME?!
I ignore and, to be honest, quite enjoy most of it. But sometimes you have to draw a line in the sand.
Nobody puts squirrel in the laundry!
