I remember piles of wire nuts on my dad's nightstand and in his pockets. I recently acquired some, and they sit in a container on my coffee table.
I'm forever indebted to my dad, who was the father he didn't have to be. I'm forever thankful and have the greatest respect because he loved me when he didn't have to. Thank you, to my dad, who provided safety and stability in my life.
These photos are inspiration for works ahead. Funny how there's so much more to some little orange object, means nothing but it's function for everyone else, but for me, it stimulates memory, respect, and gratitude for the hardest working man I know.
The tacks are also a memory, not so pleasant though.