This is my collection from the last three days.
I found some dents right here at home in our driveway. Our house has two driveways, one to the garages in front and the other to the garages behind the house. Ours is behind the house and I was always glad. Herr Schilling’s garage was on the other side. Herr Schilling is now 93 and was still driving his car up until about a year ago. He preferred not to back out of the driveway onto the street, which was wise. Instead he maneuvered a tight turn in the driveway, often not without casualty. The ground light was smashed, the post supporting the roof for the bicycle shelter was splintered and both exposed drain pipes were dented. He’s hard of hearing and I don’t think he ever noticed. He resisted giving up his driver’s license, for which I had sympathy, but he was a hazard on the road. By now the light and post have been replaced, but the dented drain pipes remain as a reminder of Herr Schilling’s wild days behind the wheel.
The rest of my images are of curvy things which we can call folds and bends and a few creases, too.