Tools! (CFFC)

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Tucked away in the back of tiny yard, next to a parking lot, stands this neat little shed with all its tools lined up. Couldn’t resist taking a picture.

My daughter gets credit for this photo, but I had to include it here. Love the contrast between the princess shoes and the drill.

(Submitted for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: tools.)

11 thoughts on “Tools! (CFFC)”

What Words May Come says:

December 7, 2018 at 8:03 am

Awe… Love this!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 7, 2018 at 10:19 am
  
  Thank you.
  
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lifelessons says:

November 8, 2018 at 4:07 am

You have such a pretty tool display. Like a collage.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 8, 2018 at 1:59 pm
  
  Isn’t it nice? Not mine though
  
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Cee Neuner says:

November 7, 2018 at 8:44 pm

What great photos you have for this week. 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 7, 2018 at 10:27 pm
  
  Thanks Cee. Loving this challenge.
  
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2. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 7, 2018 at 10:30 pm
  
  Nice take on this prompt. A difficult personal sacrifice.
  
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oneletterup says:

November 7, 2018 at 4:11 pm

Girl Power! I love it 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 7, 2018 at 4:17 pm
  
  This one is all about girl power. So good!
  
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Jazz Jaeschke says:

November 7, 2018 at 1:44 pm

Princess shoes are the tool of choice for a different sort of drill(ing) …
Two fantastic images!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 7, 2018 at 2:12 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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