Sun catching wheel

I can't wholly explain my fascination with old spinning wheels, for I don't sew, I don't weave, I don't know fabrics.  I do like what hands can do, what they promise, and I like the shadows that spokes convey to the wall.  Some say there should be more chairs in this house, and certainly (judging from the piles) there should be more bookshelves.  But I'm giving my wheels their room to spin, to catch the light and fold it.