Empty Skip

Intéressante cette composition de couleurs !

Many thanks Eric!

I do love these colors, rust can be an artist !!!!

Oh yes Marie-claire rust is gorgeous. Thank you so much and sorry for my very late response

Wow.

Ooooooooh!

It reminds me of this poem:

The Skip James Fenton

I took my life and threw it on the skip,
Reckoning the next-door neighbours wouldn't mind
If my life hitched a lift to the council tip
With their dry rot and rubble. What you find

With skips is - the whole community joins in.
Old mattresses appear, doors kind of drift
Along with all that won't fit in the bin
And what the bin-men can't be fished to shift.

I threw away my life, and there it lay
And grew quite sodden. 'What a dreadful shame,'
Clucked some old bag and sucked her teeth: 'The way
The young these days ... no values . . . me, I blame . . .'

But I blamed no one. Quality control
Had loused it up, and that was that. 'Nough said.
I couldn't stick at home. I took a stroll
And passed the skip, and left my life for dead.

Wow.....very apt. You must be immersed in verse Steve......lucky you!