and some place that's kind of Heaven-ish but (wow, I just meant to type 'and' but it came out 'but' -- wonder if it's my fingers doing a Freudian slip) really is not, but maybe is, in some ways.
This is one of the scariest posts I've put up so far.
Like I keep telling you, Sam, don't drink and internet.
I took this shot as a lark. I happened to pass by the guard shack at my building (not as ominous as it sounds -- the "guards" are mostly retired old men who are more like groundskeepers than security personnel), saw the shadow of its roof and thought my hand sticking out of it would be kind of funny.
But when I opened the image for editing it struck an unexpected chord ; the hand looked like a desperate appeal for help, or perhaps a melancholy reaching-out for a response, any response...
I guess it's just a matter of your state of mind at the time you see the image, but I'm reminded of Goya's lonely dog.
