It’s never been a compulsion, more like an absent minded doodle, something I do when my mind is elsewhere.

When I started taking photos all those years ago, I took advantage of this little quirk of mine and began arranging things purely to photograph them.

Each set up always feels like a bit of a puzzle.

Sometimes I arrange the items in a pattern, sometimes they are stacked, sometimes they are organised by colour, whatever it takes to make them look right to me.

Finding the right place for the very last item feels a lot like putting in the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle.

It’s satisfying.

People often assume my house must be immaculate, which I find amusing, considering it’s chaotic and full of stuff, people and pets.

But at least the pens on my desk are neatly organised.

Cat 🙂