I am slowly getting all the photos from Woodstock processed.
My back is a bit better,
and I can sometimes sit for an hour at a time.
It is still frustrating, though.
While my father was alive,
I did not feel free to explore his stuff
but I have taken a lot of photos
before the rest of it goes into the dumpster
or is sold for scrap.
These are my favourite images of rusty things.