I sure can pick em

From: nenslo <nenslo@yahoox.com>
Date: Tue, Mar 2, 2004

When I go out on bike rides I often take a camera along in case I find a
house with nineteen broke down cars in the yard that looks like the
windows of the house are covered up enough inside that they won't see me
taking pictures and come out shooting. A couple of years ago I took
some pictures of a place and made a painting from one of them that has a
beat up orange boat on a trailer and a crunched up old motor home with
blue tarps tied over it, and the inevitable NO TRESPASSING sign nailed
to the side of the garage, and I have been thinking about working
something up from another photo that shows a kind of scaffolding that
was apparently used to hike the engine out of the old station wagon that
is still parked below it and is all full of junk so it kind of aims
upward in front due to lack of weight compensation. So I was riding my
bike around there today and was delighted to see that very same orange
boat dragged around behind a house that was ALL BURNED UP, and darned if
it wasn't the same house. Lady next door said it was a meth lab that
got raided last year and some guy bought the house for 35000 bucks
thinking he got a bargain but then found out it was too toxic to do
anything with legally, so after a while it just caught itself on fire a
couple of times until it burned all the way down. So I took some pictures.


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