Old Paint

As part of a mindfulness activity I spent several hours today seated across from the door of this old shed, watching the peeling paint and contemplating the significance of entropy in the enfolding regeneration of spring.

Ok, just kidding. I spent too much of the day in front of the computer though, which for all I know amounts to nearly the same thing.

My wife nudged me out for a short walk around the campground in the evening and this door is part of a maintenance shed facing the ocean. Looks like it could use some sprucing up, but then I'm sure it would look less interesting.