I foresee a series here. In the entry of our split-entry home, I have three old WWII prisms balanced on the ledge of a high window. This morning while my husband was eating breakfast he noticed the broken light shining through one of the floral frogs (from a small collection) I have on the ledge in our kitchen. He suggested I photograph it. I took photos of all the frogs on the ledge in the pools of broken light. In addition, I photographed one of the glass lemon juicers I have (from another small collection) and our butter dish in the pool of fractured light. I have plans to play with some salt and pepper shakers I own (that seem to be growing into another small collection) and some old jewelry from my grandmother.
I am a collector.
My hubby thinks this if fun because I will be producing color photos instead of black and white photos.
The irony is that he doesn't care to look at my photos.
(BTW for those who are sticklers about the definition of irony, I know this is in an inaccurate usage - but what word, would you use?)