This is day four of the seven day series from the Good Night Inn where cleanup continues to plague me with the noise of heavy equipment loading dump trucks and beeping every time it changes direction. I found nails everywhere last Saturday. Rusty nails, bent nails, nails accompanied by screws, and I took a lot of pictures of the groupings of nails juxtaposed with striping in the parking lot, etc. But it was this one nail embedded in a burned piece of wood that seemed to best tell the story. I also love the texture of the cracks in the asphalt.
Today we have a quote from Thomas Crum:
What would it be like if you lived each day, each breath, as a work of art in progress? Imagine that you are a masterpiece unfolding every second of every day, a work of art taking form with every breath.