This week, I've spent quite a lot of time peering at photos on my computer, some to share with a friend who came to lunch, some to crop, some to drop! For I Saw Sunday, this cropped one called out to me to share, rather than drop.
It could never be called a thing of beauty, but each time I've looked at it, I've been fascinated by the thick black snake of that coiled cycle lock, and the the pained expression on its 'face'. Doesn't it for all the world look as though it's crying out for help? A silent plea, but one which will not let me rest until I have acknowledged it by posting its dying words...
Sometimes people who need help can only ask for it silently, too...
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