scariversary

In December, 1975, at the age of nine, I had one of the most significant experiences of my life: I spent a week at Boston Children's Hospital to have one of my congenital heart defects, a coarctation of the aorta, repaired by cutting the narrow section out and stitching the resulting ends together (an end-to-end anastomosis, I believe). They went in through my left side/back, and now I've had this long scar for 50 years. Happy Anniversary, scar!enter image description here

nails

A few years ago, I was walking around my neighborhood and came across some items marked "free" on the sidewalk. One of the items was a nice, old tricycle that I thought would be perfect for my friend's daughter. There was also a beautiful old pail full of nails (and a few screws). I put the pail on the tricycle and pushed it all back to my house. The pail then sat in my garage until the other day, I was taking apart an old electric toothbrush and found the strong magnet that most electric toothbrushes seem to contain. I threw this in the pail, and when I pulled it out, it brought a nice clump of nails with it. Doing this 100+ times and photographing each clump resulted in this image.