The Black Hole-in memory of Ed Grothus

Here are a few photos that I took recently while reminiscing about Ed and his passion for junk-of course I don't mean that in a rude way.  There is something interesting about the beauty one finds in other people's stuff, some of which we call "junk"  I, for one, love junk and I when I think about when I was a kid growing up, my dad, was the same way.  Oh genetics!  I was so embarrassed about all the "junk" he collected to the point that no car would fit in our garage.  Now, I have to laugh, because I am married to a pack rat and albeit, I am one too.  Just can't resist the possibilities of what one can do with interesting things that others regard as "junk".