Sometimes the muse isn’t there. I am half-way through day 28 of this steemit writing challenge and I feel empty - nothing to say. No thoughts. Just activities since it’s Saturday and there is always so much to do. Does one ever just take it easy? I can’t seem to do that.
But today is not a day for me to write, so I go through my old images and find this one. I thought it would be popular, but I’ve only sold it a few times. I love this place, and this structure captured me.
Is it an outhouse? A ticket booth? A tiny house?