Finally I get around to posting pics I took around our house on the morning after the big snow of 2015. Our lives were disrupted for about a week. Too much snow. For us, any snow is too much snow. We don't like snow. We don't like winter. For a while, in December last year, there was too much winter in these parts.
We continued to feed the birds...
About three feet of snow covered the wildflower garden.
Nobody was going anywhere for a few days... eventually I shoveled our driveway. Fortunately, it warmed up again relatively quickly. But in some places we had mounds of snow for several weeks.
Junk is what we leave behind. Junk is human history. Junk is human achievement.
Take a look at this stuff.
A lot of people worked really hard to create this crap. It served its purpose, I guess.
Rust. In fact, I used to have a teacher named rust-- Mrs Rust. She was mean. She was in the wrong profession. She should have been a prison warden.
The name was spelled RUST but it was pronounced ROOST. In the first grade I had a teacher named Sister Fides. We were all just little kids and we called her Sister Fetus. What did we know?
Yeah, these are areas as yet untouched by the plague of "development".
In these parts of the town, and out in the county, you have the freedom to be a little crazy. Build yourself a personal junkyard. Create your very own House Of Horror. Live in a tree house and drink a lot of beer. Fire a .357 Magnum at the moon and howl like a loon. Play your electric guitar real loud. Sit in an old Buick Roadmaster, among the mice, sip a little Kream O' Kentuck bourbon whiskey out of an old jam jelly glass and let your eyes glaze over. Nobody cares. It's between you and the Lord.
Crazy people are the salt of the Earth, and they have a special destiny, just like AMERICA!!
America and her crazy people will probably all end up in the same place someday. What a cozy thought.
Maybe, somewhere up in Heaven, there's a trailer park from hell.
Sounds like a song I could dance to...
Oh, somewheres up in heaven
there's a trailer park from hell,
where you can live like an animal,
and never pay no bills--
I think I'll work on that. Meanwhile, this photo series is finished. And that's good because I've some new pictures.
We continued to feed the birds...
About three feet of snow covered the wildflower garden.
Nobody was going anywhere for a few days... eventually I shoveled our driveway. Fortunately, it warmed up again relatively quickly. But in some places we had mounds of snow for several weeks. 
