i vision a man just finished hiking/ climbing to the peak of the mountian top.
he’s sitting down, looking out over the landscape at the distance peaks he is yet to conquer
hes eating a wholesome, well deserved large beef and tomato sandwich with a big flask of sweet tea.
the winter weather looks like it closing in, so it will only be a short stop off, a re-fuel, he must make his way back down before it gets too dark.
i miss my hiking days
very close up
some very old, decaying, scratched, bumped, trodden on, kicked, knocked, weathered small piece of metal.
along with abit of plastic (by the looks of it) conbined with scratches of peeling paint.