Much of what makes a photo...

...good or bad lies in the eyes of the beholder.

Last evening, I had temporarily kept my glasses on the chair. I noticed that it was a dangerous place for them and decided to remember not to sit on the chair. After about 10 mins I lifted a broken, already fragile frame from under me. I am handicapped without my glasses. New York becomes a city of bokehs. After lots of communication with the insurance provider and few doctors, I was done with my checkup and had ordered a new frame. All the running around left me without enough time for work.