The Black Finger

Last winter I slammed my finger in a windowsill (It was in Seville, so don’t feel too sorry for me).  It got whumped pretty hard- it took about 2 days for the throbbing to stop.  The nail turned black, of course, and then started a slow process of disintegration. 

Naturally, I got out my camera.

I shot what I intended to be a set of time lapse photos of my finger.  My finger moved too much day to day to make it a true time lapse.  But I had to do something with all those photos…