So maybe I’ll alternate among floors, food, art, and scenery. Not that the floors aren’t art: I think of the craftsmen (most likely men, sigh) and their primitive tools and their gorgeous aesthetic. The time, the care, the planning, the gathering of these precious materials. Look at the intricacy, the shadows, the geometry…I was so very full of looking, I fear I couldn’t look well enough. Looking at it again now makes me grateful for photography as well!