Odd Things

At the end of the summer when I was showing my Dad some photos I'd taken in Aldeburgh, he looked at a picture I'd taken of a piece of rusty metal on the shingle beach and said "What on earth did you take a picture of that odd thing for?" I tried to explain that I liked the colours and the texture.

Today, as I was taking more 'bizarre' photos, I was thinking about him and what he'd think this time.
This is the view from my sofa through a lovely little internal window into my dining room.

I took it because I love the lines and the patterns that the light makes on the lines.

And these dahlias are well past their best and really should be confined to the compost bin but I'm fascinated by the shapes they're making as they decay. The way the petals are twisting and how they are changing colour and revealing their yellow centres is so far stopping me from binning them. They look so very different to how they are when fresh.

But I'll leave you with this picture, taken earlier in the year at a local garden centre.  Not of a plant as you might expect, but of the lichen and rotting wood on the fence!

One day I might use one or more of them to inspire some textile work.

I hope I've not left you thinking that I've totally lost the plot - I just like pictures of odd things!  I wonder if any of you do the same too?