Yesterday I posted a photo of a doorway packed with garbage, and I suggested that I knew the cause. Perhaps my garbage-and-heat induced delirium had led me to be flip enough to suggest that I could discern why someone would … Continue reading
It’s another hot day in the Twin Cities. The first time I experienced a Minnesota summer after returning from Costa Rica, I was flooded with memories of running through the sprinkler on freshly cut grass, sweating on the mound during … Continue reading
It’s always sad to see that children are displaced by the circumstances in their parents’ lives, and nothing evidences this displacement more than the presence of toys. Toys in a foreclosed home provide perhaps the oddest juxtaposition of messages. The … Continue reading
This deck overlooks a silenced workshop that I explored a while ago. And while the inner workings of the workshop are interesting, the stoic pose of this deck also caught my attention. The elements, it seems, have thus far been … Continue reading
Tim LeBlanc snapped these photos while he was rekeying a farm property in southern Minnesota. This massive machine rested in a barn, oblivious to the precarious economic conditions of the farm it served. This equipment isn’t abandoned, Tim reckons. Rather, … Continue reading
In fatter times, this now-foreclosed pole barn likely served as a makeshift mechanic shop, the kind of place where the shadetree mechanic could make a few extra bucks on the side. Now all we have is oily soil and a … Continue reading
I know it’s been so long since I’ve rapped at ya (shout out to the immutable Jim Anchower), but I’ve been out of the office for quite some time, tending to business in such varied cities as Rochester, MN, and … Continue reading
I come across this more than you might think. These bottles sat on top of a dresser, and I imagine their contents stray quite far from the 7-Up’s proclamation of being “crisp, clean, refreshing.” When the utilities are shut off … Continue reading
The floor of an old shed set the stage for this old Tonka toy to look not like an abandoned plaything, but more like the dead leader of a once-bustling shipping center. The tendrils of decay had begun to wrap … Continue reading
I was at a property in southern Minnesota yesterday that was absolutely strewn with garbage. These flowers didn’t seem to care, though. They almost seemed to feed off the trash in their effort to beautify this minefield of trash.
