Anxious Face
Every morning I wake to see the top picture above hanging on the wall just to the left of my bed, a picture of an Italian village near a river. And every morning through the lens of anthropomorphising imagination I see, amidst the buildings of this village, a little face expressing something like anxiety with a touch of fear. It’s as if this building, in a moderately high-pitched, cartoon-like voice is saying, “Uh… anyone see those approaching storm clouds???”
Wrote the following comment on March 24th, 2014 at 11:39 am #
Oh, dear, I see it too. Obviously in need of therapy.
Wrote the following comment on March 24th, 2014 at 11:54 am #
Roger, thanks for sharing. I now know that I am not alone in this. 🙂