Car Graveyard
Last time I had gone to Homer, I treated you with a photo gallery of my mother's house. Fowers, angels, cedar siding.
Now, I present the other side of Homer. The older, dirtier, rustier, hickier side of Homer.
My father's car graveyard.
Addendum: Lacey went out with me to take those pictures and, at first, had an extremely fun time jumping through the high weeds, chasing bugs, and eating dandelions.
And then the grass and pushki got too tall and she couldn't see the way she had gone, a way out, or me. She starting whining and crying and jump jump jumping to get away from the scary weeds.
When she finally caught up with me, she kept trying to jump up my legs and have me hold her, but I would have none of that; there were pictures to take.
2005
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Those came out great. I can honestly say I've never seen that graveyard as anything near art before. I especially like the hanging engine.
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