While walking today I found the following. Both of these objects spoke to me for some reason. One, partially destroyed by time and use, left to degrade. The other, nestled against a tree, waiting patiently for its owner to return and make use of again.
While these are both inanimate objects, there is a small part of me that wonders if they feel loss, loneliness, abandonment. I think the Toy Story films have made this kind of thought a bit easier to swallow, if not believe in entirely.