On the frog and his life

When a child, I found a small dried-up frog about the size of a fingertip and took it home.
Carefully I put it away in a box together with other useless things.
A dozen or so years later I came across the box.

The frog had turned into nothing but bones.

I found the transformation beautiful.

My eyes are turned to small things or ordinary scenes, the things easily overlooked.
With a camera, we can photograph only the surface of things.
But once I have them as photographs, the sensation that I had when I saw the small things begins to turn into something substantial,  which always gives me surprise and joy.

I am collecting the photographs.