Fragments

My Grandfathers old tools rusting in his old shed. The textures caught my eye along with thoughts of what found objects can mean to people who find them. 

This theme has been on my mind since the discovery of aircraft parts from lost Malaysian flight MH370 on the Ille de la Reunion in the India Ocean; the debris washed up on distant beaches are fragments of hope, of expectation even when the reality is one, ultimately, of loss.