
Silence is the order of the day when fishing. This scene makes me happy in ways that begin and end with gratitude.

Silence is the order of the day when fishing. This scene makes me happy in ways that begin and end with gratitude.

This week’s challenge, to take a photo of something weathered, thrilled me. If nothing else, I love pictures of old things. The uglier and more used up it is, the more I see its beauty in years of use, or possibly, abuse. I love this selection because of the juxtaposition of the once useful cast iron now rusted and the wildflowers growing around it. It looks like a fallen tombstone in an empty field — the name worn off and left as an anonymous reminder of our mortality.
Or maybe it’s just a pretty picture.
