There are people in Rowan Hollow who pass through the day without seeing very much.
And then there is Eliza Finch.
Eliza notices things.
Not in the dramatic way some people do, with declarations and certainty.
More in the quiet way. The way a person notices a feather tucked beneath a bench, or a blossom caught in the crook of a gate, or a small drawing someone left behind as if it were nothing.
She carries a satchel when she walks through town. Inside are envelopes, tissue paper, a little notebook, and room for whatever Rowan Hollow places in her path.
Lately, she has begun finding sketches and paintings.
Not framed.
Not signed in any obvious way.
Just left here and there — on a bench, in a pile of leaves, beside a stone wall, on the edge of a windowsill.
A mushroom.
A feather.
A key.
A bird.
Little things. Easily missed. Beautifully observed.
Eliza has made it her quiet work to gather them.
First, she photographs them exactly where she found them. Then she carefully brings them home, records the place and the date, and adds them to her growing collection.
She does not yet know whether these found sketches are accidents, gifts, or messages.
She only knows they should not be lost.
And so, when something is left behind in Rowan Hollow, there is a good chance Eliza Finch will be the one to find it.
Here are two paintings and one sketch she initially found….
Three Small Discoveries
Found in the leaves.
Three small discoveries. Three moments someone thought worth capturing.
A curious bird, a winding stone path, and flowers in bloom.
Eliza Finch has begun collecting the little treasures she finds scattered throughout Rowan Hollow. Each one seems to tell a story. And she suspects there are many more waiting to be discovered.
Come along. You never know what you might notice.
What we notice begins to change us.
This is the beginning of a collection… we think…
This may be the beginning of a new collection in Rowan Hollow.
If you like, follow along as Eliza documents what she finds.
Some things are small.
Some things are ordinary.
And some things, once noticed, are no longer ordinary at all.
But all are intriguing.