That magic moment when the junky found bits of rubbish* pick themselves up off the table and assemble themselves into something 3D. Everything good comes in time, with practice but without pushing. I wish I could remember that more consistently. In time! Zaman var.

A better picture will come in the morning light. And maybe a title. Feel free to suggest one.

*heavily frayed electrical cable, disposable plastic spoon, used dummy bullet. All collected in Göreme.