Lori Witzel's pictures, poems and other souvenirs and artifacts.
interesting how the hammer takes on the colours almost identical to those of the background
How many times do I have to tell you not to get hammered?
Looks like it's it pretty good shape. Did you add it to your tool box?
If I had one, I'd use it in the morning...
thanks for your warming comments...i appreciate. see you again! ;0)
...and what about love between my bothers and my sisters?
Kind of creepy.
A fine photo and a beautiful hammer...is it yours now?
Hi everyone -- taking a moment on an icy Central Texas day for a fast response back.Polona: Makes one wonder if old, renegade tools become chameleon-like and assume the tones of the thing they fall upon...Ed: Ow! Ow! Ow! That pun just nailed it for me...Dave: Nope -- it was on the grounds at a nursery (plants not babies) so figured they may find it again.ThomP: Hah!!! Now, where's that bell?Pod: Thanks for popping by -- I'll stop back again soon.Charlie: When I was little, mine certainly were (bothers, that is.)Tom G.: Your imagination is acting up again. Take. Slow. Deep. Breaths. It's only a sad wet lost tool...Ref: Not yet...but if I go back by that nursery and I see the weeds have grown taller around it, I might take it home. :-)
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