For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #140.
shingles
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For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #140.
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That is a beautiful pattern.
My first thought on reading the title was the “other” kind of shingles. Glad to see your wood and photo!
ouch, no…been there.
And… that root…
yes….rooted!
love the curves in the lines.
Me, too. I wouldn’t have the patience for this, but I admire it…
OK — got me. But thank goodness. The last thing anyone needs is shingles. Well, except on a roof or building side.
But art can be anything….
Theoretically, but I’d never consider the shingles my mother lived with as artistic — although they did weave quite a pattern around her body. :-)
….now my imagination is taking off. I see shingles in the air, controlled by your mother’s Jedi like powers. Or shingles on an older house, that needed more maintenance then she had energy for….