Repeat

I always pass the barn doors on my way home. I love them for multiple reasons. My healthy obsession with repeat patterns in nature and around me; their color; the style of the door that clashes with the neighbourhood feel.
Last week en route to the studio the garbage cans and their lids offered further repeat pattern structure I enjoy.
These had to be recorded for me since my line repeat obsession gets carried through everything around me. It is a satisfying, almost cooing feeling for me, noticing these unintentional repeat patterns in nature.