There's Beauty in the Chaos of Transition

it's subjective, but then what beauty isn't?

I’m sitting at my desk in Seattle, surrounded by clutter. To my left, six cardboard boxes lean against the wall, waiting to be shaped, taped, and filled. To my right, there is unopened mail that I really should get to, Christmas presents that I need to wrap and mail, an unopened bottle of Goo Gone, and much much more.

This photo reminds me of the I Spy …