Up in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, my cousin Tim and his wife Susan have restored an old farmhouse... (called Manesty, after the farm in the Lake District where his family used to spend summer vacations, and there are plenty of things about the place that are nostalgia-producing of England for me, starting with Marmite for breakfast). This weekend involved the (early) celebration of his 60th birthday, and the celebration of the new barn - complete with copper cupola and cockerel weathervane. These little curls and triangles of copper were lying abandoned on the barn floor: this weekend's contribution to the nearly-abstract.
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