This simple nature is outstanding. The way the lines welcome shadows from the light. There’s a pattern there and a lesson to be learned.
There’s an abundance of goodness around us. The family took a Saturday morning trip to the farmers market. I’m feeling blessed and when I look around the reasons are everywhere.
Something simple can shift our perspective. If we are open to change, it will come. A walk, an open mind, and peace.
It’s left open to the high grass. The thick brush cast shadows where they are needed.
Fascinated by the decay. The rot of the wood, the fading of the old rusty roof, the weathered bricks and the lush grip nature has on the frame.
There’s always a force behind our peace.
Wasted, overgrown, broken, and forgotten.
Beyond the threshold of yesterday, the shadows hold secrets that a rotted frame preserves. Unrestrained.