Got an interesting fence today, one of those, "Glad I had the camera!" moments. I shouldn't have been surprised, though; the fence is right around the corner from the ReBuilding Center, a salvage place frequented by Birkenstock-wearing, granola-eating, rampantly creative rehabbers. It was bound to rub off on the neighbors, which I consider a GOOD thing!
Don't you love the way the peeling paint and wood grain combined to create a dancer?
Ahhh...thirsty, tired, a little hot. Time for tea, and then the bliss of sleeping near an open window of a summer's night.