Hi there little weekend-desperadoes.
Today, some lovely things to look at. I keep finding myself inexplicably drawn to images featuring deep contrast. The airy-fairy, light and breezy white, colliding smack-dab with a slab of rich dark, black. Somehow, the two seem to balance each other out just perfectly.
That last one. I mean, come on. My socks. Are knocked off. They’re across the room in a little crumpled cotton ball.
Am I alone in this? Or are these images really as superbly satisfying to the eye as I make them out to be?