the reality of the warm simmering softness

Originally titled "the mud flecked glass/the beautiful blurr," I change the title of this one because it has been a sort of reflectional piece for myself and how I change over time. Each time I look at the image I look into it and regonize how I see it now, and look back to how I last saw it. In this way, I see something new in the image- but the image is not what has actually changed, I have, so I make a new title that feels right to my new view.