Weathered rocks scoured by ice and time
Derelict trees tumbled into dreams
Ripplesanded shorelines studded by rockshreds
Swayedback barns leaning into fallow fields
Rusted ratrods posing in jumbled yards
Skylines that pull you into horizons
Jig jaggedly climbing into impossibilities
Fences marking space and time
Held up or supporting a spray of twigged greenness
Invitations of benches
Offering views into eternity
Alterations made by serendipity or intention abound
Three dimensionally textured magic
Filling my thirst for the spectacular
Wherever I find the unexpected and sublime
I smile with intention
Breathe in and send an exhalation of applause
In the general direction of found art
Or art that’s found me
David Trudel © 2013
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