I was walking down the hallway in my visual arts building today, camera in hand, when I was brought to a halt by this windowsill . . . I’ve walked past this particular windowsill almost every day this year, and yet on this specific day, I really noticed it.
Maybe it was from this mid-march snowfall (a little un-welcomed by us all, however it was one of those beautiful snowfalls where the world seemed to be disguised under a ferocious, yet quiet blanket of white) . . . But I looked over, and BAM, this windowsill hit my eyes like a fierce wind-fall of rain.
Sometimes the cracks can be just as beautiful.