"It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant." -- James Joyce
Either your backyard in the snow, or a moldy apple.
Melting snow, I assume. Is this supposed to be a metaphor for the increasing concerns over global warming? Maybe I'm over-analyzing this.
Whoa, I think I see a rabbit face in there. Trippy.
It looks like a balding human head to me...Senyor
looks like updog.
It's some dish soap I left in a frying pan for two weeks. It separated into this beautiful pattern. The photo doesn't really do it justice.
Two weeks? Dang, you're worse than I am.
Well, I hadn't been in that house for two weeks either.
"It separated [from the water] into this beautiful pattern."
I kind of figured that you were probably away for a while. But I am definitely pretty bad when it comes to washing the dishes, I have a bowl that never finds its way to my cupboard. I just wash it before I use it (usually when I'm making an omelette) and then it goes right back to the sink when I'm done. The sink is its permanent home.