Another foggy evening, another camera walk. Strolled alongside the sleek mountain road. Shooting various objects with little luck, I noticed a small power station down the road. Lit up by some fainted bulbs, a wrapping fence caught my attention. Even though it didn’t stand out as something particular interesting, I started shooting this padlock from all possible angles.

I don’t know what it is? Maybe why I find it worth staring at. I am single lock, justing hanging here, protecting something. My fence? My hole? By the looks of it, some years have passed as well. Maybe I’ll return on day, to meet my favorite padlock.