Like an Inkspot

First blip foto was taken at 6.45am this morning. Quite good for me really.

But alas the pink version of bathroom glass window did not make it to the selection.

Instead it was the portion of my Ma's magnolia tree snapped in the dying light at about 5.15pm, that got made it to this image. Somehow I managed (shock horror) to work out how to make the sky from gray to white.

It reminds me of looking at an ink spot drawing. Haven't worked out the meaning, but thats too much thinking at this time of the night.