This is something I did from a scene in our cellar. These tools belonged to the man's grandfather, and the positioning and the way they compliment eachother; i couldn't resist. The photo below is the actual scene...for some reason I could just sit on the steps and look at this for hours. My eyes dart from the signs to the old tools and I'm totally enthralled; eventually the overwhelming smell of turpentine (and sensation of it seeping into my pores) tells me it's time to go back upstairs, and possibly take a shower.
