“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.” Sylvia Plath
SwittersB & Exploring 
Wow! The colors and details are amassing
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I was impressive…setting on a back dock amongst other rusting pieces of structure removed from buildings torn down and tossed. People salvage the pieces and attempt to sell them for renovation projects. Usually the prices are much to high for me. So when I enter the place for smaller pieces I am looking for, I enjoy photographing the bigger, rustic pieces. Thanks for dropping by.
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Plath knocks my socks off. I have a copy of The Bell Jar, filled with my own notes, hidden in one of my dresser drawers.
Nice photo and association, by the way.
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