
Today I saw a poor broken frosted glass ornament, yet from the eye of my lens it is mysterious and beautiful.
It may not be perfect but then again who of us are,
or for that matter even would want to be?

Today I saw a poor broken frosted glass ornament, yet from the eye of my lens it is mysterious and beautiful.
It may not be perfect but then again who of us are,
or for that matter even would want to be?