Yesterday afternoon I went for a bike ride along the river (I spied some volunteer cherry trees, too -- I think I need to avail myself of their bounty today when I go out again). I stopped at Allan Bros. (cafe) and sat out in the SUN, reading, filming, and playing with the digital macro lens on the camera:
Dear god! My leg!!!
Okay well I really don't think of this scar as a wicked monster but it's fun to make big sharp teeth in things. I still don't understand why, after putting stitches in me, the scar spread out like I never had any stitches. It's a gaping mouth, that is for sure. (It was a mole - abnormal cells, but benign, at least when the doc cut it out) (sniff....I miss that mole, it was a cutie)