He came through the tin can doors of the bar with his six guns blazing but still keeping himself as one single unadulterated can. In retirement now as Tin Can Head, he still has the hat with holes in it.
Legs from can body & head from the lid while the hat is top can rim and a tab of the can body – in case you are curious how he came from a can.
This tin can granny, Ms. Peacock, always wanted to strut
It all starts with one tin can and a small torch.
Wind generators. Looks like the one on the left is from California.
I had to trace this brewer from a piece of clip art, but she come all out of one tin can.
If you save your tin can lids, they can become Xmas tree ornaments, gryos, universes, crazy circles, spirals, springs, …..
The old bottom of this tin can is in the tips of the spikes while we are looking out through the top.
If he spins the loop, looks to me that he’ll whip his head for sure with the top red flame.
One tin can.
Isn’t life all about balance?
One tin can at a time.
The cool can surfer might have come from a seafood can.