'Twas a lovely sunny day for our drive up the valley to the eye doctor.
Reflections often more beautiful than reality
except when we don't reflect our true self
our inner child
Even the reflection of one's true but messy child
is something to behold
and boy is my child messy
you should see my studio right now!
My messy child is drawn to this tangled corner of the pond.
Nothing but a grey mass of lines going in every direction.
How to stitch it?