The Shrine

The rest of the yard was cluttered and the house was in need of a fresh coat of paint so I had stopped, thinking Derelict Sunday. In the morning's light though, with the shadows and faded colors as a backgound, she had a place of honor worthy of any shrine. I said a quick prayer, took a pic, and rolled on, glad my first impressions were wrong ... and the adventure through the viewfinder continues.