and the old weather-beaten wasp nest hangs on through the moutain storms
spiders build with no worries about tomorrow, or even five minutes from then, they rebuild and rebuild, never giving up . . . the wind at Lake Junalusa has battered this web, the web on my porch is battered by wind and bird's wings flying by and rain
Pauline chose the assignment for this Friday: Aged and Weathered
I take a break from cleaning up our manuscripts to post this Friday's shoot out and will be back on Monday with more manuscript posts.
Today is September 11 - this date means many things to many people. What does it mean to you? Has time tempered and softened the edges? Or is it as sharp as ever? or somewhere in between?