Lord, comfort us in the moments of hurt and anxiety we experience in this world, and keep our spirits faithful to the end. Amen.

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Wagon Wheel

There is a place in Frankenmuth, just South of town, called The Dead Creek Saloon, that serves great burgers. This old wagon sits outside. It has seen better days, but I really like the rustic look and I love the wagon wheels.  #photoaday 

Chains

I rented a Bobcat skid steer today to do some heavy work. The Bobcat was secured to the trailer with these heavy duty chains. They are solid and heavy, reminds of Jacob Marley (was that his name), when he visited Scrooge, dragging those chains. #photoaday

Texture

The corn crib is the subject once again. The emphasis here is on the texture of the wood and the rusty nails.  Years of exposure to the elements have produced this rugged texture. We are like wood, in that the older we get, we develop texture and character. The once smooth taught bodies develop texture and character earned through the experiences of life. The more texture the more experience and wisdom.  Here’s to texture. 

Corn Crib Black and White

We have this old corn crib in our yard. It’s totally useless, we do not grow corn or store grain, and it has definitely seen better days. Still, it kind of has a place in my heart. I know at one time this crib was filled with corn that was probably used to feed the farm animals.  I like the look of the aged wood accented with the rusty old nails.