On my way back from the shore I passed a house where the occupant is a hoarder. His beloved findings are now spilling out on to the sides of the pathway which is a public right of way. No one minds as he is a well known resident and liked by everyone. I hope the day never comes when villages have no more interesting characters like him. I asked his permission to photograph one of his numerous large bundles of newspapers. They are now soaking wet with the winter weather and turned brown. Bundles of character.
I like the way you cropped the image. The waviness of the papers remind me of your previous post.