garage door window, sandwiched between spiderwebs, the sun picking out a third ripple of concentric circles from all the scratches in the glass.
But when I shut one eye, it's much less interesting. It needs the three planes, or it's just an flat wash of too-fine lines.
But when I shut one eye, it's much less interesting. It needs the three planes, or it's just an flat wash of too-fine lines.