{"id":6114,"date":"2014-03-05T00:00:34","date_gmt":"2014-03-05T06:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.walkingwithcake.com\/?p=6114"},"modified":"2014-03-03T21:02:04","modified_gmt":"2014-03-04T03:02:04","slug":"ephemera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.walkingwithcake.com\/?p=6114","title":{"rendered":"Ephemera"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Walking<\/a>

(Vanity vignette.)<\/p><\/div>\n

This winter was long and cold, and I found myself feeling really uninspired.\u00a0 Usually, blogging is my creative outlet, but I just didn’t have much to write about, besides my purchases here and there.\u00a0 I realized I was in need of another creative interest, and I’ve really enjoyed experimenting with product photography recently.\u00a0 That got me thinking about the things I like to surround myself with, and I realized that I could easily document the knick knacks and small items that find their way into my home, and my heart.<\/p>\n

I like to decorate with small vignettes, grouping items of meaning together in a display, and I like the word vignette<\/em>, too.\u00a0 In literature, a vignette is a short scene or description that gives a small glimpse into a character’s thoughts.\u00a0 When I display a few little treasures on my dresser or mantel, I often think about how I came to own these pieces and the significance they hold for me.\u00a0 I thought it might be fun to photograph them to share on my blog from time to time.<\/p>\n

My small vignettes are fleeting, and I compose them to take a picture, and then disassemble them again.\u00a0 Sometimes, they are objects I gather in a hurry, sometimes they are fading flowers that I might want to remember before they turn to dust.\u00a0 In that way, they are ephemera<\/a>, like a postcard or a receipt, not meant to be saved, but often, they are.<\/p>\n

\"Walking<\/a>

(Pieces of the Vanity Vignette.)<\/p><\/div>\n

The vignette above actually exists on my bedroom dresser, and I have an antique compact, a vintage handkerchief, a tiny pair of shoes, and a small rosette ring I found on the ground at the park.\u00a0 The first two pieces were gifts from my mom, the shoes I found at an antique store shortly after my grandmother died, and they remind me of her, and the ring is a tiny treasure that brightened an ordinary day.\u00a0 Just small, simple pleasures that don’t hold much meaning to anyone but me.<\/p>\n

I think that’s the point of ephemera, its fleetingness, and I like the idea of preserving it here, for just a bit longer, by sharing it with you.\u00a0 These little scenes make me happy, and I hope you’ll enjoy them, too.<\/p>\n

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