metal scrap is worth its weight in staples and nails in power poles. hundreds of pounds hold plastic and phone numbers up so your john deers and triumphs and weed whackers won't rust away into dirt in the back yard of your shop
I've been taking photos of where things land in my house lately. They're in organic and comfortable places. It's like some kind of evidence that something living was there and pushed stuff to where it's at least not a bother. Sorta like a coin pusher game.
ehhh. the ones of nifty thru the fence and liz popping off at getting a honk from a truck turned out nice though (the thin depth of field makes me feel ill) (even though it looks Good) (remember when i used to like it? lol)
this area's in an 'extreme drought' i think
i would consider these shots somewhat hastily edited but i got what i wanted which is the skies having a full range of tones from black to white