Shattered
So, 11 years into my life in Seattle, I run into one of the drawbacks of actually living near people. 4am, a ring at the door, and the policeman tells me that my car’s been broken into.
But but not so much broken into as simply battered, as they didn’t appear to have tried to get into the car, and nothing was taken. It just looks like a right hander took a swing with a bat, and connected with the window and the a-pillar.
The impact sent some glass all the way into the front passenger seat and lots of glass into Ben’s car seat and onto his stroller.
But enough of the documentary shots, there were some cool effects to be had with the light and broken glass.
