I was in the workshop all morning yesterday.

I was vaguely aware that there was a wind coming up outside and, when I went to get some lunch, this is what confronted me as I stepped out of the mill...

....this old piece of mirror which had been leaning against the cabinet behind it - both of them awaiting the skip - had blown over and shattered.

I was intrigued by the energies that were released by the act of shattering and thought the result created a rather dramatic, and beautiful, image.

And, I'm working on the principle that, since I did not break the mirror myself, I am not going to be plagued by seven years of bad luck..................