pure gold

What’s that, you ask? Fairy dust? Nope, just dust.

It was one of those golden hour moments, where the sunlight is just streaming in and making everything look so beautiful. I couldn’t help be enchanted (and, of course, appalled) at the way the sunlight revealed thousands of tiny dust particles. They sparkled, kissed by the sun, like flecks of gold suspended in mid-air. It was so quiet and lovely. It stopped me in my tracks like a fond memory.

65/365: sunlight on dust particles

02.27.13 make believe

I love the make believe corner at Zola’s school. Or any place that encourages flights of fancy and provides tools for the imagination. Glimmering in shafts of afternoon sunlight, the dress-up clothes whisper an invitation to come and play, to inhabit the daydream.

58/365: dress-up in teal & tulle (preschool afternoon)