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.
I kind of feel like putting a picture of me – lol.
I feel “weathered” this week because I have more than I feel like I can handle.
Aw…one thing at a time. Just one thing. And then move on to the next.