Inner Sense

By FranklyFrank

Rust never sleeps

The fourth day of my contemplative photography texture assignment finds me looking, and rubbing my hands across, at a lot of surfaces. This old sign adorns the tool shed.

We spent the day in the garden. It was warm enough to be stripped down to my t-shirt. I certainly can't complain about the weather but we need some rain for the garden.

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