A flower. It is a very pretty flower. I am reminded of how I would feel if my pretty bride to be was as adulterous as my heart.

There is a door closed. What would open it, I wonder? I ought to think about where the doors in my life are, if I will find which are open

The made-up eye of a tired looking lady. I feel kind of tired, but I don't wear makeup

A spider with a fly in his web makes me think about the end of the semester. Yikes...

A telephone in the dark. How funny. I'm on a telephone in the dark talking to Amelia.

A great many pots and paints- I have a plate now!