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There is seemingly no end to the debris-filled dwellings that quietly populate our landscape. Last week I put up a series of posts on a hoarder house (click here for post 1, post 2, and post 3). And while this home isn't nearly as impacting as a true hoarder home, it still might surprise some people that we deal with this caliber of debris on a daily basis.
These are our neighbors, whether we know it or not. There is no demographic that is free from accumulated filth.
Upstairs, the remnants of a last supper sit on a grimy stair spindle.
Downstairs, the kitchen has become a storehouse for odds and ends.
But it's not that bad in the kitchen, once you get down to the details. Sure, the stove is cluttered, but there isn't that much encrusted filth - the kind that stretches back years.
But neglect is obvious, especially here in the garage. Melting snow trickles through rotting slats. We'll likely have to tear the garage down.
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Ellen Degeneres and Colin Powell have made the digital rounds with their famous selfies. We can play that game, too. Even we trashout guys pause for a selfie from time to time. Here is your favorite garbage photographer reflected in a garage window just outside of St. Paul.
The further we delve into the details of a hoarder house, the more we learn about the occupant.
Over the past two days, I've written about a hoarder house from the curb, and given a tour inside. Places like this one can be overwhelming. When a house is packed with nearly 600 cubic yards of debris (think 20 of these dumpsters), it's hard to see the details
Yesterday, I wrote about what I feel when I see closed blinds and painted windows from the street. Today, I'll walk you through the house.
First, it's difficult to walk around here. One person can squeeze through along the goat trails that wind through all
I don't know if you can tell, but I see it from a mile away: this house is going to be trouble. This might look like an unassuming, 1960s-era slice of suburban paradise, and maybe it was, once. But I see something here in my approach to the home that gives
I like seeing what people put on their walls. The above image comes from a home in Minneapolis. I like how the painting, light, and chain come together in a visually interesting (at least to me) way.
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