I spent yesterday working in the stabling area and took advantage of the fact that I had time left now and then by exploring various objects with the camera and here is the result.
It soon became obvious that also rubbish has its beauty. The old sawblade above will soon be gone for ever but has some strange kind of beauty in its current shape.
Something tells me that this shell isn’t Swedish. I strongly suspect that it was imported once to serve snails in, but I may be wrong. How on earth did it get there?
But now it is in pieces. Still even a broken cup can possess a certain kind of beauty that attracts the eye, at least if you are a photographer. One can also contemplate over the fact that things come and things go.