But now, there's the boys. Damn kids: they change you even if you don't want them too. Despite my obstinate self, they are chipping cracks in my scumbug veneer with their constant smiles and dimples. There is some magic to the spirit that's out there. Some of it is real. This is the darkest time of the year in my part of the world and all the purdy lights taste delicious to my eye-buds.
Photos from last night in Edmonton. The house owner has a warehouse to store his goods off-season and his yard has room for his obsession to grow. (I wonder if this counts as hoarding?)
Walking in a winter ... nevermind, December 2010
There's always room for more (advertising works), December 2010
I want these for next year (advertising works), December 2010
Even the inside, December 2010
Walking in a winter wonderland, December 2010
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6 comments:
Yup. That's clearly hoarding. It's also (as you so cleverly put it) tasty to my eye-buds too.
Actually - my street we used to have a lot of people who put out decorations -it's considered a Chav thing to do (Chav - usually unemployed, living on benefits, poor social manners but wears copies of expensive clothes to obtain some kind of social standing) - but generally the lights here are done quite badly - and that house is quite nice
Not saying i'd want to live next door mind...
Looks good. The area around me is bare trees, half a frozen lake, apartment buildings with some decorated terraces, and a few homeless or mentally unfit citizens asking people to contribute to the next bottle of gin.
No snow, though. Thank goodness, traffic would be backed up for days.
Merry Christmas
Happy happy friends. Samurai: how is the view out your window now?
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