We’ve really been trying to get more exercise this year, to make up for the long, asthmatic months of winter when too many of us don’t dare to poke our noses out of doors.
Chad and I went for a walk on a little used–yet comfortingly populated–road, and found this perfect drinking glass half buried on the bank. We also found an abandoned homestead foundation, an old rock retaining wall, wonderfully twisted trees, a vintage pop can much crushed, and a fascinating skeleton (we think it was a opossum); but we couldn’t take any of those things with us. Well, maybe the skeleton, but the bits that were below ground smelled a bit rank yet, so we left it. Also, this glass makes a perfect vase.