Leaves and windows

Carving wood in my basement studio...covered in sawdust...listening to Amon Tobin. My moods have been much better. Every once in a while I take a break and dust myself off, take off my goggles and peer around. The light is grey and wet. I stare at the windows and find even the cobwebs interesting. I get my camera and lose myself in details..time folds...and once again I feel odd, awake and dreaming. My love calls me up for a dinner he made.(!):) My eyes are still 'on'...everything sparkles..the moisture on my glass...the beads of oil in the salad dressing...the colors of plate and metal shining...the angles and placement perfect, I am cropping perfect compositions everywhere I gaze..it is all just too much.
These are bits from the windows downstairs....there are paintings everywhere I look..