Tubular

I have decided that every so often I shall just do a simple capture and then make an abstraction out of it. This is looking down the tubular container that my 12 year old bottle of Glen Moray single malt came in. I played merry hell with the picture after that to see what might become of it and so what you see is the product of a digital doodling session which seemed to lead a life of its own really ... sort of like that team of chimps in front a row of typewriters, turning out gibberish. I hope you find some merit in it.

Followers of my journal sometimes must be long suffering to say the least. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart ... OR the tube (whichever comes first) for your indulgence.