This dilapidated, worn out, falling down, cabin (worse on rear than this front) is on the way to our river cabin. I always think of MM when I pass it and finally snapped a pic. How I wish I had done that before he passed with his love of rust and all manners of old stuff. Can't you just see him crawling all over this sort of thing, shooting any number of photos?
I realize my skills are limited, challenged even , compared to his and many other photogs who post but wanted to post just the same.
Remembering you fondly MM.