cheerful proofs

One day I was walking home from work and broke my leg. In three places. The fractures were so bad that I spent three months at home. First few days I lay in a semi-fainting state. Next, I began to move awkwardly around the apartment. I started doing everything I could reach. I read all the books, fixed all the household stuff. I fell into boredom. I got a saving idea to practice with the camera. I started crawling on the floor and laying all sorts of things that seemed figuratively attractive. I turned on the lamp and pointed the lens down. And so it happened. There is a cap, so there is a head for it. Socks? So there are feet walking somewhere. Living is good!

2003. Scanned film.