DonnaRobson
Belonging
To feel accepted. To feel an affinity with something.
A person’s sense of attachment to, and rootedness in, a specific community, neighbourhood, place, region, or country.
A sense of being at home, part of a place. To feel connected and content in the moment.
Rust...the measuring of time, weathered by the elements, texture changing, holes appearing.
A chemical reaction of oxidation, becoming tarnished and corroded. Its previous life and use not clear, now unknown, not belonging.
Ageing and decomposing, decaying and rotting. And eventually like us, turning to dust……
donnarobson@hotmail.co.uk
