A view in the pool, for my mother who is crazy for turtles.
She developed her passion for turtles around her eightieth birthday and by her eighty-fifth birthday she had to call a halt to gifts of turtles since her apartment was overflowing with turtles in every variety, made of every material, sized from teeny to humongous. Even she, of infinite capacity for ‘stuff’ couldn’t take any more. So here’s a picture and it doesn’t take up any room at all.