Ripple, Ripple in the Wall

Unlike some stone cast into a still pond, these ripples in the cafe window were frozen in time from the moment of their creation.

Perhaps they wanted to subdue the view of the street. Perhaps they wanted privacy for their clientele. Perhaps they were just being arty. Regardless, this was our rippled view out to the world.

Sitting here with Jennifer we debated cleaning the window for a better image. Pragmatism was the outcome this time, that rippled view remained just as it was, and we went back to enjoying our coffee.