Lori Witzel's pictures, poems and other souvenirs and artifacts.
Nice convolutions. Part of me always wants to ask, what is it? And part of me never really cares.
Spooling, unspooling... the more I see, the more I feel sure that you were meant for Texas and the red rust in the sun, Lori!
A quick lil' note before dinner and cat-feeding.MB: I'm glad I provoke both responses! In this case, it was part of an enormous rusting hulk-remnant of a cotton gin. It looked as if the former owners just took down the building that wrapped around the whole gin and left it to oxidize. There were still cotton husks left in various broken trays. Maybe it fell victim to a fire...I need to dig more deeply.Marly: That little twining bit of smilax threading its way up the rotting serpentine belt put me in mind of many things, not least of which was the winding path that led me to that moment.
Love the colours and patterns. And thanks for the answer to the question I was going to ask - a cotton gin, eh? Never seen one.
are you feeling rusty? do you need some oil?;0p
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