
Cindi Powell (aka "Piz") and I had so much fun scrambling over the discarded junk, gleefully pulling out treasures from the unstable, chaotic mound.
"Are you up to date on your tetanus shots?" Piz asked, her R.N. training taking over.
"Probably," I shot back, completely undeterred.
Her only response was her unrestrained giggle; we were having too much fun to let things like possible lockjaw slow us down.
And so we dragged back a huge pile of "treasures" to the communal room we used for making art. Adding just a few beads and some milagros I had purchased at a flea market, I let the beauty of the "trash" shine through.


2 comments:
The vivid turquoise background against the rusty components is stunning! What a perfect remembrance of a special trip.
Beth of Salvage Studio
this is absolutely beautiful. i love it.
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