Much like the relationship between these vines and the wall, some photos are so entwined with feelings from circumstances, they are no longer seen as they were at the time of exposure, but for what that meant.
My mice are voracious in the barn this winter in their efforts to get to my bird seed. I noticed a large hole chewed in the cover of rubber trash can that holds the seed. Have trapped three in one evening and suspect it will be an ongoing effort until I get to the hardware and buy an aluminum can. Luanna and Colin in the farm across the road have a wild barn cat, but he must not work on this side of the road. I don't blame him, as Benny would not be a welcoming sort to his kind.