the golden bowl

I think that I need a good, peaceful image for pure contemplation. This is not a Jamesian golden bowl - no fatal flaw or crack, so far as I know - it's a beautiful object that's been transported from Los Angeles to the less sunny spaces of our Highland Park living room. Seen from above, it here looks like an ochre harvest moon, slightly gibbous (a particularly good word for a not quite full moon); or a big tawny ostrich egg: it was, indeed, peculiarly hard to take a picture of it with enough being in focus at once. But maybe that's also it's strength, when it comes to pulling one in: like some kind of Rorsach test, one can't quite tell if it's bulging outwards or inwards, half empty or half full.