As I worked at the computer late last night/early this morning, I looked up to see my hand reflected in the aqua-blue glass vase that sits on my desk. I thought I saw a possible self portrait there. So I used a couple of books--one of them "The Honey Jar," a children's book written by the Guatemalan 1992 Nobel Peace Prize Laureate Rigoberta Menchu--to raise the vase to the proper height for photographing. I was surprised and pleased to see the book's cover painting of her face end up in my so-called self portrait. It brought to mind the wonderful moment a year ago when I'd heard her speak, met and received a hug from her, and took a photo of her autographing this very book. Life has its own way of coming full circle, doesn't it?