Looking Down

[squirmelia]

As I walk across Asylum Green, I look down at the dandelions, buttercups and daisies, and imagine I'm walking through a meadow, as opposed to through a grass-covered wasteland in the middle of busy traffic-ridden roads.

Yesterday, I took photos of myself through a kaleidoscope. From a distance, the photos are full of patterns, but when looked at closely, they are not at all flattering.