Not much to say this evening... I'm seeing gleams on the ground more today than usual. So in place of my usual longwinded philosophizing (you're spared, Jay), I offer this as a copout. More shiny things to pick up, more shards in my purse... gotta be careful when groping for the keys! When your idea of the facets on a diamond are the shattered planes of mirrors and mugs, the price for finding priceless beauty everywhere is that sometimes it bites back.

My poetic mumblings aside, that's my hand, a broken mug I found in the wash after a monsoon, and my beloved leather jacket. Oh, and the scratches actually aren't from the mug--I climbed through a thorn bush while hiking the weekend before. I guess when your idea of a heroic act is untangling a balloon from the clutches of a cactus on the side of a mountain, the price for finding opportunities for valor everywhere is that sometimes it bites back.
Can't keep a good mangled metaphor down!

Labels: Art, Introspection