This textured window creates its own abstract paintings every hour of every day.
I haven’t been able to work up the nerve to toss these lovelys into the compost bin. They are slowly disappearing on their own. A different picture everyday.
The pink and yellow tulips of last week are slowly crinkling to nothingness. They are at the point where they are changing by the hour. A sadness is starting to seep over the room, but I don’t want to let them go yet.