What can I say about some rusty staples and an old wooden post?Nothing. Just liked the way it was lit. As simple as that. No more, no less. An upstanding shaft of weathered timber, emboldened with iron hoops, grasping to its bosom, a length of galvanised barbed wire. A vertical croquet lawn sans mallet. A spiral staircase for ants. Somewhere to lean and admire the view. Something to snag and rip your cardie.
No more to say.
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That would take you to the next village and the nearest shop - about a mile. It's a pleasant walk except when they're growing sprouts or cabbage. I heard the first skylark of the year along there this morning.
You have a good eye for a photograph canbush.
What a wonderful photograph.
Thanks, Zeppellina, it's very kind of you to say so. I'm strangely attracted to things like posts and bits of metal - I wonder if there's a cure for it?
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