Saturday, 8 November 2008
When I first saw this shatter, it was scattered across two lanes, generated I suspect during a late-night event where neither party called the cops. When I took this picture a day later, it was all in the gutter, glistening in the sunshine.
And, flipping through channels with less promising programming, I have learned I should worry about blood sludge. Gad, and I thought it was seasonal affective disorder or something….