seeking solace at the altar of oxidation

on our way to get bird seed and a new shovel (*does a snow dance*) at the home depot yesterday (after lunch at the maya cafe), i saw these light poles in an abandoned adjacent parking lot and squealed, "look at that rust!"

 

as florian swerved over towards them, i said, "nah, don't bother, they're impossible to shoot." then i told him to go back.

 

nothing's impossible.

Done