The Number Plate That Fell Off, Chapter Two

In Chapter One, you will recall, I related how I had found a number plate in the gutter. It looked lonely and forlorn, and so I picked it up and carried it home. The shed seemed to be the place where it was happiest and it became chummy with an old singular boot lace and a double-edged saw rescued from a junk shop. Whenever there was a camera in the shed it begged to be photographed, oblivious to the clutter in front of it. Thus far the only way to give it gallery space commensurate with its stark and simple beauty has been to crop out the extraneous tools, shafts, and machinery craving photographic attention. That has made the record of this notable event a very small file, yet still capable of enhancement in Lightroom. And behold: it is now more yellow, more contrasty, more exciting.
In Chapter Three, I hope that the number plate that fell off will reveal more of its characters. That will entail a Great Expedition across the Foothills of Junk, and the Ascent of the Far End of Shed. Frankly, the prospect is non too appealing.