The Veins and Tendrils of Life

I passed by the railroad tracks on my way home from my visit with the practioner who took blood to check TSH levels for my Hashimoto then sent me off with prescriptions for three scans: vascular, bone density and a mammography.

There's a lot on my mind, and I've misplaced my 85mm micro lens. It's something how a particular lens will support one's inner vision and how attached one can become to that means of expression.

I'm hoping the metaphorical windows open to a deep blue sky soon, veins and tendrils reaching upward in the renewing of the creative spirit. But right now I'm just so pissed at myself.