I've always liked the gruesome pages of my old encyclopaedias the best. Don't know why.
Here I am hoping it won't be bone breaking slippery outside. I'm picking up my mom from the train soon and I so look forward to spending some girl time with her today and I know we both prefer not to break any bones.
In this matchbox there are two old (very blue) slides of the same location on top of each other with a gap between them so that the scene changes and becomes oddly three dimensional when you change the angle you're viewing it from. This is one of those boxes that are beautiful but impossible to photograph well. I knew that from the start but couldn't stop and change my plan.