Blood at Dinner

My arrival in Washington has been a roller coaster, sometimes coming home is not all hugs and kisses. Last night we had dinner with some family friends, my brother, and his girlfriend. During a conversation last night at the table our guest spilled his cup of red wine over the table. I had been sitting with my camera through all of dinner because photographing eating events can sometimes be very interesting,especially with family. After the wine spilled and I took a closer look at it its stain everything about it reminded me of blood. It spoke to me in that moment as a metaphor for the day I had experienced home in Washington.