I discovered this rusting old pail a couple of years ago on the other side of our lower forest, far from the destroyed tree and tree platform. I have no idea how old it is, and though I could move it to a pile of trash, I like it sitting there. Makes me wonder how many people have lived here before us, and where the local Native Americans lived and if they spent any time on our property. Fun to think about.

I especially like the shadows on the pail from the weeds nearby and filtering through the trees above!