I never know what I'll find when I go out to shoot, and it never ceases to amaze me where I'll find "art."
I came across a yard that had been turned into an unofficial walk-through exhibit. Each corner had some collected treasures or personally significant objects, placed together to form "pieces".
Above, a "wheel" with a medallion center, reclaimed wood and metal spokes, offset with an aging plaster mask.
The mask removed, no longer needed, the woman behind it is now rolling into her new future.