February 21, 2015 Jameela 0Comment
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I am growing tired of posting pictures of myself. While I am borderline narcissistic, I feel like posting something different.

Lately, I have been taking pictures of textures and patterns. I have this need to capture the object and fantasize about how it would feel. It is like when you walk by a chain link fence and you can’t help but run your fingers along it.

Touch is so overlooked. Through our sense of touch we learn, relate to others, and experience pleasure and pain. This sense is to important that it develops before all other senses in embryos. Here are a few pictures of things I couldn’t help but touch, stroke, squeeze, feel.

Lush, green shrub in Accra
Lush, green shrub in Lashibi, Ghana
Stone wall in my Grandmothers home
Stone wall in my Grandmothers home
Super Cute cotton patterned dish towels in Edmonton, Canada
Super Cute cotton patterned dish towels in Edmonton, Canada
A heap of bricks in Accra
A heap of rough brown bricks in Accra, Ghana
A red wall in Eastern Ghana
A red peeling, splintered wall in Eastern Ghana
Discarded concrete slab in eastern Ghana
Discarded rugged concrete slab in eastern Ghana
Wall Decoration in a Spa
Wall Decoration in a Spa
Exterior stone pillar in Edmonton Canada
Exterior, slightly jagged stone pillar in Edmonton Canada
A Public bench with ice clogging the holes
A Public bench with ice clogging the holes