The iron sits on the kitchen windowsill when I’m not using it (so, quite a lot of the time, then), and just in front of it sits a big cyclamen in a pot.  I liked the distorted but somehow still pure and clear flower image in the shiny hotplate of the iron.  There are beautiful things all around us, and sometimes they’re very easy to miss.

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One day about a month ago, I noticed that our balcony had filled up with water in a heavy rain shower. The rain had stopped, and the puddle swayed and shivered in the wind, creating an ever-changing reinvention of the wrought-iron balcony railing. I love the way that cameras can capture images that we may be aware of but can never truly see with our own eyes.