Last November I took a wander down the dirt road past the post office to check out the place where old appliances and such go to live out their days. I was in a mood to deepen my dissatisfaction with village life, what can I say.
Today I feel a bit like trashing my blog. In a good way, though. See--I prettified the rusting, bleeding, corroding, smelly cast-offs to share with you as "artifacts." Arty facts. I even wrapped them up in plastic to keep your hands clean if you feel like touching anything here.
Stoves, fridges, freezers, lawnmowers, vacuum cleaners, pipes, tires...a treasure trove of junk, all laying out there in the open for kids to play on, crazy people like me to photograph, tourists to drive by.
Let's just see if I can pretty things up a bit for such nice company. Isn't that better? Look at those rousing bright colours and deep shades that were hiding under all that neglect.
There was even a car or two that had seen better days. Looks like its last joy ride didn't end that joyfully. I wonder if she was like this when she was delivered to this special care facility or if she deteriorated into this unkempt, confused state after her arrival.
I'll just make her a tad more seemly for the visitors. A little make-up never hurts.
I'll tighten things up a bit while I'm at it, get rid of a bit of some of that useless bulk. There, isn't that better? Downright alluring, I'd say.
Well, thank you for joining me on this little tour of the village resting place for unwanted objects. Tea and cookies will be served in the lounge where some of the residents will be having a poetry slam a little later, if you'd like to stick around for that.