I often find something on the white stairs of my house. They are sitting or standing in the soft light from the north window for just a single day or sometimes for a week. Before long, they disappear and new one appears.
Most of them belong to my wife. She stores them temporarily here not to forget bringing them down to 1st floor or outside. (1st floor of our house is her muffin shop, so many of them are used there.) When I find new one, I smile, sometimes feel strange and shoot it with my medium format film camera. So these are not setup photos but kinds of documentary.
I'd like to give some strength to a sense of ephemerality with photography. Each object is representing one aspect of her life, so it is an implicit portrait of my wife. But once they are captured as photos, they seem to start to exist for themselves independently of her life.