Texture in wood...

a small tree stump ..
weathered in the hot sun and summer rains..
cracks, changes in color & in textures..
fascinating..
somehow, this song came to mind..

Old Things

"Cars with fins baby, kerosene lamps,
pick up trucks and phonographs, polyester pants,
baseball cards, comic books, ancient 8 track tapes,
a lunch box with a cover from the Planet of the Apes.

Do you like old things? I surely hope you do.
You’re not getting any younger and I’m getting older too.

Now I don’t mind progress but it’s hard to get attached
to a new idea that’s obsolete the moment it gets hatched.

Porcelain poodles, jewelry made from paste,
records from the big bands that play on 78s.
Ooh, there’s nothing better than the smell of a used bookstore.
We’ll get lost between the covers, don’t make ‘em like us no more.


Do you like old things, honey? I surely hope you do,
‘cause you’re not getting any younger and I’m getting older too.

I don’t mind progress but it’s hard to get attached
to a new idea that’s obsolete the moment it gets hatched.

As we travel on beyond the summertime of life,
old people can provide a peep into the other side.
Cranky and forgetful, watching every dime,
she can cook without a book, bakes cakes like Duncan Hines.

Well do you like old things, the things you really trust?
Baby, my mama needs place to live and she’s moving in with us.

She’s the genuine article, a treasure from the past.
Just think of it, free baby-sitting!
Now what more could you ask?
Oh just think of it, free baby-sitting!
What more could you ask? "

Lyrics: Old Things, Trout Fishing in America

Written by Grimwood/Idlet