Monday, November 30, 2015


Some of you have heard about my obsession. 

Early evening at a restaurant, pouring over a menu, then - someone brings you a fresh glass of cool water.


Slightly fogged rounded glass.

Wavering candlelight distorted by glass and water in the almost-sunset lighting.

I promise I'm still listening to you.

And the light.

And the lines.

And the way the lines want to be sculpted by light.


Ok, just give me a minute.

Last shot, I promise.


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