Sometimes the simplest moments stay with us — like holding a small object that means something, even if we don’t know why. This series is about those quiet encounters. Things found, picked up, carried for a while. Just hands, light, and whatever the day offers.

A handful of blueberries from the garden.
Warm light, quiet air — just before the sun slipped away.
Mirabelle plums — for a moment, they are mine, before the wind or the birds take them.
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