Injury illustration


Cold Spring Harbor New York. Walking through a muddy inlet during low tide in, I didn't notice until halfway across that hundreds of shells were suspended in the knee-deep mud.

I walked back to my aunt's house with bleeding, muddy legs, and soaked in a hot water and iodine bath for a while, cleaning mud out of the multiple diagonal cuts.

The two deepest cuts left parallel scars across the inside of my left ankle.