I walk outside and the snow settles betwen the bricks, describing a million perfectly white capital “I”s, with gorgeously subtle serifs. Each of them unique and yet they go together.
I was playing hockey this morning - and every single cut in the ice felt like lettermaking, lots of “c”s and “o”s and “u”s.
The branches in the park nearby have delightfully light “fs” with sharply invividualized flags, and “ts” with the wispiest of crossbars.
And so on....
Is this a normal reaction to visiting this site and spending time with books on typeface/typography?
Anyone else experience this?
I wonder if the alphabet came from observing nature? I remember Robert Graves claiming that the letter “v” came from watching geese. :-)
