Today as I wandered, wondering what to photograph, I came across this old rusty toolbox in the grass. I’ve never fully understood what it is that draws people to pictures of rusty things. Maybe it makes them feel less mortal since they don’t have rust on the outside.
Sometimes things get lost and fall through the cracks. We neglect them but then we run across them again later and become interested in them again. Sometimes for a minute, sometimes longer. Today it was at least long enough for a picture. I should probably open it up and see what is inside. I would venture to guess spiders.