Unfortunately, all my indoor photos look similar. Dimly lit barns, stubbornly refusing not to use the flash and no tripod are the perfect makings of shaky, blurry photos.
I did manage to take some photos outside though. Of a horse's butt.
Believe it or not, while pulling into the parking area (aka field), I had a perfect photo op of the horse's head looking over the fence at me. By the time I dug my camera out of my back seat and turned around, he had turned around also and all I got was his derriere. At least he's not lifting his tail and doing what horses do naturally.
They had a bunch of stuff set up around the entrance to the barn that was for sale. I loved this metal thingy with the plant in it. Very industrial-farm-junque. I had forgotten about it until I was driving away and decided not to throw my car into reverse and grab it.
I almost bought this funeral basket, but although I love a good funeral basket, I'm not sure if they inherently come with a weird vibe to them. And in vibe, I mean ghostly presence. The jury is still out on that for me, so until I'm sure they aren't haunted, I'll just adore them from afar. But, please, if you have them in your house, by all means keep them there. I'm sure yours isn't haunted.
So on to what I actually did buy - an old bucket, a wooden box and some metal letters, which may or may not be zinc.
I bought letters to spell out my son's name and if I was thinking I would have bought some that spelled out July Fourth or some other cute saying. While driving home that day, I had all sorts of great ideas for the things that I had seen there and neglected to buy.
The wooden box is a strange size. It sort of looks like a Coke crate, except there's no writing on the box and it is roughly 1/2 the size of my real Coke crate.
Any ideas what the crate was originally used for?
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