because I love to photograph my world

This is the top of a birdfeeder, but that doesn’t matter.  It’s a dirty window.  It’s an abstract scene, written in dust and raindrops.  It’s the sort of erosion that time and weather act out over the surface of clear plastic, changing clear to cloudy.  Filth.  Film.  A veil.  Obscurity.  Can you even see the birdseed?  No.  It has decayed.