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.