Rust

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.