I love this Bowl.
Once a thread nest holder, it became a feeding vessel, sometimes a birdbath. It's been outside for a while now. Seasoned. I love the dirty whiteness of it. I love the way it has become like an old sketch.
I loved watching this spider. It seemed as if it was sketching itself as it moved, each moment a new line drawing.
I thought I might love how the two photos , super- imposed, one over the other, might become like a new sketch. I do. Love that.