This is a close up of a purse purchased by a cousin from an old black woman selling from a big trunk on Haight St. in San Francisco in the summer of 1967. To me it represents the epicenter of the The Summer of Love.

I found two old boards on the north side of an old building in Whitewright, Texas.  The green patina on the wood must be a natural result of weathering.  The knobs are complete on both sides of each board and still work in spite of the heavy rusting.  The boards run the length of a door.  Now the question is....what to do with them.