one thing Iâve started doing recently is: taking pictures of very ordinary things. Iâve spent years taking pictures of amazing moments, incredible adventures with friends, skies that looks like painting and stuff I feel grateful Iâve had the chance to experience with my own eyes. but do you have a pictures of the street you live in? the front of the house youâve been living most of your life? I donât have a single picture of my momâs old red car, the one she used to bring me to school every day (and that our cat sneaked in to gave birth to three kitties on the backseat of it) I donât have pictures of my old bedroom with the lovely lilac walls. I donât have even a single picture of the jumper Iâve worn so many times I had to throw it away because it was ruined. not a picture of our front door that once my dad painted pink âjust because why notâ, and my sisterâs lovely dollhouse. I am sorry for that - Iâve spent so many time looking for the âextraordinary thingsâ forgetting all the rest