…walking back to the truck on a delivery run somewhere in the greater Bournemouth area…
…looked up and saw this…
…got the camera from the truck then had to perform the “photographers-shuffle” for a good 5 minutes to get the composition as I’d originally glanced it…
…result.
…when motels become used car yards…
…they buy enormous dogs that bark at you incessantly whilst you are trying to accumulate photos of a disappearing art form…
…don’t remember exactly where this is…but I remember the dog…sounded like it was as big as a cow.
(dog not shown).
…Grants, Arizona, USA… 6.30 am…
…my good friend Dee is still crashed out in the Motel room…
…I’m driving up and down taking pic’s of some damn fine route 66-abilia…
…gas station coffee and a bad doughnut or two (4 if I remember correctly…)…
…click…
… this is one of the best in town (more another day)…all sign and scrub, the buildings long gone…
…walked ten paces turned….
…had the forethought to flick the flash on…
…click.
… love it when a “plan” works out.
…Hoorah the Tip Shop!… I will never be stuck for decorating ideas or reading material ever again…
..so many tasteful pictures…so many essential titles…
…so little discretionary will power…
…got a bunch of these “planned”…stay tuned.
…curse you for you have made me question faith…
…how can the man who gave us the little baby Jesus have also given us dinosaurs, moose / hunting and, if you look to the small bronze statuette in the bottom left of the picture…. the enema????
…before all you amateur theologians inundate me with scripture quotes and the like, please note that the above is a rhetorical question …. (although if you can identify the grouping of pink hands hanging from the moose antlers, I’d appreciate a note)
This collection of items is displayed upon my toilet cistern so I contemplate them on a regular basis and will probably figure this out for myself.
Somewhere, deep in the back of what passes for my mind, this little project has been percolating…
…I’m sure that it is high on the priority list of every Bored-record-shop-owner to stockpile quantities of weapons grade, pure NZ wool blankets & crocheted knee throws…. (not to mention premium quality “looking-cushions”)…
… until one day , when your flat mate has left you unsupervised and in the company of a more easily led friend , you “Christo” the living room…
… please tell me everyone aspires to this….my freedom in the greater community depends on it.
… all back to “normal” and having a nice cuppa in under an hour and a half.
…. not to mention the oranges, purples and the rest of the yellows??
… I’ve been trying to acquire enough Duraware cups (saucers optional) to make a “cup-spine” in the corner on the kitchen table for ages… if you see them, they are mine… they were misplaced… if you paid for them, your sense of ownership is mistaken…I assure you that possessing them is my divine right… in ancient times it was ordained by the great Duraware-cup-gods that all the Duraware cups should belong to ME… Ahhahahaaha…
um… could I just borrow a few of them for a photo?…
….couldn’t resist either of these finds and have been enjoying having the house to myself over the holiday break… room to spread crap out without the sighs or clicking of tongues….
…3/4 of a roll of 70s wallpaper (predominantly orange… the best kind! ) and a set of hand painted numbers from a some sort of Olde Worlde sports club (leave some pencil on them son… show the buggers they’re done by hand)…..
… could the wallpaper be cut into 3 and be mounted on board…. could hooks be placed at artful intervals to accommodate various arrangements of the numbers (40 + in the set)….Hmm?…Hmm?..
…could my friends and relatives have justified cause for sending for the nice man from the UK who specialises in talking hoarders out of their caves…. (only if they catch me doing weird stuff like this)….
Bored with a record shop. 