Earlier today when I snapped the photo in this post, I received several compliments on it. On my way "home" for the evening I was thinking about how I should call my mother and then send the picture to her. It's ridiculous because I know what the response would be and it's not going to be what I hope for. I thought I was beyond the point of caring what my parents thought but maybe we never outgrow that desire. Maybe we are trapped in a prison wrapped in razor wire where it seems that the more you try to get out, the more you bleed but eventually you can break free....a psychologist would have a field day with this photo.