About five years ago I found a barn window, left by someone under an old pine tree deep in the woods. It was moss-covered and rotting, but the broken glass flickered with sunlight. I have documented its decay each season, and written about it. I came to recognize my fascination was with my own aging, the window was a metaphor for the patina I have acquired over seventy years, its decay my own.
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Wow, Betsy, great to see you here... and wonderful image!!!
Molly, Shannon, Guiseppe have sent in new creations of their own too. I'm going to put them all in a META gallery and invite others to do it if they want. Maybe next META I'll make a little exhibit of them all. Be well! ~ Tony
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Molly, Shannon, Guiseppe have sent in new creations of their own too. I'm going to put them all in a META gallery and invite others to do it if they want. Maybe next META I'll make a little exhibit of them all. Be well! ~ Tony