points available

if you can tell me what deliberate (yeah right) mistake I made taking this photo.

I use these old iron bolts as footholds to cross a tricky section of riverside trail below a railway bridge. I could come up with some pretentious guff about the juxtaposition of the decades of life within the metal, and the days, possibly just hours, in the freshly sprouted weed. But then as I always say

"pretentious? Moi?"

(copyright C Booth/J Cleese)