We shed pieces of our lives—leave them lying around. Every hill home has some detritus. Items we plan to use again but don’t–ugly objects, out of place and out of use.
After decades, though, wood and metal tend to add a beauty of their own. In the photo an old screen window litters the land and I used to vow that I was going to get rid of it… Tomorrow. But it has become beautiful.
Either that or I’m justifying my laziness.