Sometimes the shapes that arise out of the chaos of nature and the geometric symmetry of rotated mirrors surprise me with a complexity that seems like it must mean something.
Sometimes I get lost exploring these mirror worlds. Sometimes I forget to come up for air and I drown down there, frozen in the gaze of a forgotten god.
Some wells yield different liquid depending on the bucket used, and some liquids reveal different wells.
One must keep dipping, and drinking.
See the mummified deer pictures in my last post for the original starting image. Stay weird Steem.