That is not a cryptic caption. I had gone for my usual walk, when I lost my footing, perhaps on this patch of ice and grime, and fell. After two weeks, the golf ball over my right eyebrow is a marble, and the black eye looks more like insomnia and less like one of those comic book illustrations that we all laugh at. But, having picked myself up, I realized that the road and the edge of the pavement (er, sidewalk), made a picture that appealed to me….here it is, a study in brown and white: