My attempt at a daily photograph showing something about me, my fellow inmates, and our natural habitat. May or may not include photos of people; I am still pondering opening that door.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Seeing the Future
I love the eyes on this sculpture. They seem to see and not see at the same time. Perhaps she is looking past me or through me. Or maybe into me.
I love the eyes on this sculpture. They seem to see and not see at the same time. Perhaps she is looking past me or through me. Or maybe into me.
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