I’ve always loved the old shed. It’s one of my favorite things that I pass on my walking route. I found out it is on the edge of what is now city property. I am pretty sure it is eventually destined for the bulldozer. In the past, I’ve been too chicken to go inside due to my fear of rodents. But this time, my curiosity was stronger than my fear.
I poked my camera through the crack in the door.
Then I waded through thorny blackberry bushes and went around back and found that part of the back wall is missing…
I beg you, do not call Crimestoppers on me………
You thought I came home with that wonderful chippy old door, with its old rusty hardware, didn’t you? I wish.
There was also the most wonderful wagon wheel inside with a red hub. RED! Sigh…
No, evidently I am more into petty crime.
I came home with this old wooden crate, scrubbed it all up, and it now sits happily next to the couch and the old blue dresser…
I must admit, my tender conscience is bothering me just a wee bit.
(Dear City of Portland,
I stole an old wooden crate from your abandoned shed.
If you want it back, leave a blog comment, and I will return it.)
I’m linking to Tuesday Unwrapped at Chatting at the Sky