What began as a search for shadows, turned into a study in texture and line as I prowled through our admittedly less-than-pristine garden.
I’ve always been drawn to things shabby and worn. To me, rusted-out fences have a quiet beauty of their own, and weathered wood glows with a charm I do not find in things brand new.
I must deem my challenge a success. I found my shadows…found my pruning shears, (though they’re no longer fit for use!), and my little dog had a wonderful day poking through our neglected yard with me.
I’ll be sure to share with you the mischief we get into in place of gardening….:)