As most of you know, I live in a 112 year old house.  When we first moved in, I remember an uncle of mine saying, “Well, you’ll have to replace all those windows.  Look at all the waves in that glass.”  I remember smiling and thinking, “NEVER!”  I love my wavy windows, and would never wish them away.  I view them as I view my well-earned stretch marks…proof of endurance.

As I sat watching the wind blow the budding trees outside my window this afternoon, I was fascinated by the way the waves in the windows distorted the branches.  The colors right now are stunning, and I wondered if I might be able to capture some of the colorful swirls in the glass.

The only post-processing done on these photos was a square crop, and a very slight saturation bump.

If only my own stretch marks were as lovely!  Kinda cool, eh?  🙂