Odds and ends...

I was helping my Dad this morning, a re-adjustment of his garden shed and he had emptied the contents of said shed into his garage. Two things struck me about it, one was he'd managed to arrange in a shambolic way the kind of 'still life' an art student would die for and with the sun half hitting it too. The other thing was how it was now a collection of his Dads tools and odds and ends and his own.