m's lens

To avoid the equal amounts of fear and stimulation that seem to have accompanied my perusal of the estimates from the moving companies that lie marked with truncated circles from the bottom of a wine glass on the desk in front of me, I've spent time instead uploading a few of the series of shots that little m took with our camera as the adults wielded brushes in the Battle of Stain a short time ago. And though I thought of writing captions to explain her choice of targets, the hesitancy in presuming to interpret the thoughts of an artist along with the difficulty of using my increasingly sluggish fingers (and brain) forces me to let these images speak for themselves.