A jumble of junk
upon a blink
and a wink
a playground for
fairies of white
There is a standing understanding between my neighbor and me. His Father-in-Law owns the property seen in this image and for many years has collected junk.
The moment this man and his wife leave for Florida, the Son-in-Law starts to collect said junk to tow it away. He dreams of grass for a front lawn instead of a junkyard. And every year while he collects the junk his Father-in-Law collects, he apologizes to me.
In return, I laugh and tell him no apologies necessary because this is not his mess. I actually tell him I’ve gotten used to having a junkyard next to me.
And sure enough, come every Spring when his Father-in-Law returns from Florida, he takes tally of what is missing and proceeds to again begin to fill the holes with more junk. One has to laugh or go nuts.
This is one of those times the rusting junk was transformed into Beauty. My Canon made sure to document this Historical Event. 😉
Photography/ “Alchemy”/ December 2017©AmyRose