nowadays, the world around us is narrowing a bit. I am sitting long hours on the couch. in front of me oil paintings are shown in the mirror, winter landscapes. next to the mirror, our favorite, a Hungarian poppy field. under the warm spring colors there is a bottle of hand sanitizer. by the right side of the couch large format albums are lined up on a wrought-iron shelf. just a few days ago, I arranged the books there, musics go on the top, the fine arts underneath, state park albums at the bottom together with further scenic albums. the light comes from the left, behind the paper tissue box a flower-less plant is looking through the glass.
I wonder if the camera can see what we see