A feature of my busy weeks is noticing a scrap of beauty and racing to my camera to record it for my scrapbook - the digital page inside my phone that's an ever expanding grid of my lived experience. I need to capture the things that will be different tomorrow. I try writing about them, labouring over the lines but they will always be a subjective and unfinished portrait - like half-developed Polaroids. Taking pictures is easier and faster. And sharing them is a high-tech way of pointing and saying, "look!" to whoever was not in my garden that day.