This is sunlight coming through the curtains in my front room, my favourite part of the house apart from the loft.
The bottles were collected by me on a Victorian brick field (they were used as ballast for the kilns) and have been with me
everywhere for 30 years, from Canterbury to Oxford, Lincolnshire, Milton Keynes, Oxford again, Lincolnshire again, France and back to Oxford once more.
The drawn curtains are a fact of my life when I'm out of the room, since I have a nervous dog who barks at everyone who passes by otherwise.
This was a grabbed shot yesterday morning, but looking at it, I see how very much it represents aspects of me and my life.