
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH....

I do love bubbles, especially big beautiful wonky ones in very finely blown glass like this - all the variations in shades of colour they produce, the delicacy of the glass holding the gas, trapped inside...
again, it's the liquid moment of colour in time, frozen for as long as the glass lasts... poetic, artisitic, enlightening, inspiring, delighting...
I'll shut up now.
Thankyou, Keith for this extra treat:

I'm sure Roberta won't mind in the least.