When the only thing you take a picture of at your wife’s work holiday party is just that: a thing.
Not her, not us … not even our ugly sweaters for the ugly sweater contest. Not her nice coworkers she sat us by. Not her with her coworkers in a festive out-of-uniform special non-work environment. Not the fun gift exchange.
Just this cool box sculpture I wanted to check out to see how it’s made. And I wished I could spend more time going up to each one of them and just admiring their shapes and angles and patterns and colors (they had blue towers too).
Part of it is my phone is low on storage. I actually did want to take pictures of people. But it’s still telling that this is what I was compelled to preserve in a photograph. The one subject that made the cut.