I never get tired of taking pictures of the sky. Like no two snowflakes are alike, the sky keeps changing tones, and the soft colours just make my hair curl.
I recently finished reading a book that suggested a bit of perspective in order to understand the logic of enjoying life. It read You're sitting on a planet spinning around in the middle of absolutely nowhere. (...) You're floating in empty space in a universe that goes on forever. As trite as it may be, looking at the sky reminds me of this. I'm just a breath, on a piece of dust in the middle of eternity—feeling absolutely blessed.
I'm nuts about Yokoo. Beside savouring her numerous selfportraits and gorgeous knitwear, please read her funny Etsy interview, visit her Flickr and read about her in the NY Times.
I found Yokoo via Fruenswerk (again ;-)