The Mundane

It’s one a.m. I’m just brushing my teeth, and about to go to bed. I look at the sink, and I’m struck by the low lighting on the stainless. I like the shapes, and darkness of it. I like the contrast between the layers of dark, light, dark, light. You can't appreciate one without the other.

This is a picture of the sink in my cabin. It’s dirty. It’s well used. It's my roommates turn to clean this week. He hasn’t done it yet. But that adds to it. A perfect sink wouldn’t be as interesting.

Few sinks get recognition of any kind, except perhaps, if they are stopped up and need declogging.

In the end, it’s just a sink. But, I’m intrigued when the mundane becomes compelling.