
The stomach of my starfish. All the yellowish goo toward the middle of it and out by the legs is its stomach. It is eating the algae on the glass. I let the algae grow all over the front of the glass hoping for such a photo opportunity.
"The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves." - Anne Morrow Lindbergh