Under Broken Glas I'm Hidden

The title once again comes from a poem I wrote. Lindsay broke her mirror, which I guess equals bad luck for her, but for me it equaled an awesome blip photo for today. I took one of the shards and held it closer to my face, so that the broken shards still attached to the mirror would be the background of the photo. I really like how this turned out. I may have to do some more of these since Lindsay said I could take as many photos as my little heart desired if I would throw the mirror away for her.