Rusty metal border.

My next door neighbor at the rental house is a metal artist, and the edges of his house and our shared driveway are filled with rusting shapes awaiting his inspiration. He visits scrapyards and scavenges interesting pieces for later use. Until he does something with them, they sit outdoors gathering a patina.

Grist for my mill, for sure!

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