It says this:
Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.
You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.
You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable.
I was torn on this prompt. I’m not an object kind of person. I love all my books and all my plants. I thought about being metaphoric with this. Then I remembered this rock. It’s the Painter’s Rock. I plucked it out of a flower bed when I was very very very young. There were hundreds of them with only slight variations, but this one was perfect. I took this one home and drew on it with markers and named it the “Painter’s Rock” I created stories about this rock. Here I’m 28 and I still have it. I’ve carried it to me from place to place and I always just set it on a shelf. It encapsulates a moment of innocence, childhood pleasure, imagination, and hope. I don’t think about it often. I don’t get it down often, but when my gaze drops on it I can’t help but smile at least a little.