I wanted to create today, but I was stymied. I had free time, but not enough for a full-fledged photography adventure. When I looked at the readily available subjects in my house, yard, and neighborhood, I bored myself.

Standing in my kitchen surrounded by dirty dishes, laundry, and a cluttered kitchen table, I discovered a solution--clutter. I would photograph what our house looks like on a random Wednesday. I allowed myself only the fifteen minutes remaining on the muffins in the oven and set a rule that I could not move or manipulate anything.

I knew the results would show that we are untidy, but I didn't expect them to show so much more about us. In addition to being clutterers, we are many things.

We are artists.

We are musicians.

We defy categorization and are a bit odd.

We are swimmers.

And if our clutter is to be believed, more than anything else, we are readers.

Knowing that our messes speak volumes about us makes me feel better about the state of things here. So much so that I may have a muffin and read a novel instead of folding those towels.