Junk. In the old fashioned sense of the word.
“Buy, buy, says the sign in the shop window; Why, why, says the junk in the yard” Paul McCartney
Not all junk is junk. Is it? It could just, once in a while, even be arty.
Junk tree art
There must be something worth buying here. Perhaps not. Junk!
Junk Tennis Art
Valuable. Once upon a time. Now? Yes, you can say it …
Forgiveness is never junk
Time to buy some junk, people!
Anyone for a cuppa junk?
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They called me weed
I have been blogging here since around April 2011 - my little place on the blogosphere to express myself creatively. As a teenager I used to write a diary - in fact, as a 17-year-old living in Belgium, I wrote religiously every day. Fortunately the Internet didn't exist back then because my ramblings as a teenager were ever-so-slightly dark, cynical and depressing. You won't find much of that here. Also, mostly, I try not to get too deep or philosophical in this forum - I'd like my photography to uplift and inspire, and, where I can, I try to bring a bit of humour into my writing too. I've been fortunate enough to travel extensively and have made many friends across the globe. This is my spot to keep in touch with them.
Thank you for not calling those tennis racquets ‘antiques’….I learned to play with those!!
As did I!
For 120 minutes each day it’s always something past five.
Time stands still in the junk tree…
i wish i could jump into the second picture and have a look around…
Loved your pictures.
Ruth from At Home on the Road