Thursday, May 28, 2009

Trashy.



This is a HUGE pet peeve of mine. Clearly, the trash was full 10 customers back... But each person after that had a newspaper/old cup/soda bottle that simple NEEDED to be thrown away at that very moment. They could not wait even 10 more minutes to find another trash can that was not already over flowing.

Perhaps there is some underground national physics experiment going on to find if you can fit 50 gallons of trash into a 30 gallon can? If so, the experiment has failed. Please move on. I am simply tired of looking at the extra 20 gallons of trash surrounding the can as I try to order my coffee.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Class.

Yeah, I'm classy like that. When my girls pick me flowers, they go in a Miller glass.

Monday, May 18, 2009

In the woods...


Is it only in New England where you can be hiking along and come across an old car miles into the hike? This has happened to me multiple times in my life. How did they get there? How long will they be there?

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Hannah Dustin


This is a statue located on a little island where you need to walk over some train trestles to find it. I take my girls there for picnics and small hikes.

The story surrounding the statue is very bizarre... in Hannah's left hand, you will see she is holding... some scalps! Ewww....

Hannah and her family were attacked by Abenaki Indians while living in Haverhill, MA. Her and her infant daughter were kidnapped and forced to walk for days up to Penacook, NH. The Indians killed the infant by smashing against a tree.

After reaching Penacook, Hannah and another fellow killed the Indians as a means to escape, taking the scalps with them back to Haverhill. I find the scalps that are part of the statue quite disturbing... her statue in Haverhill at least has her wielding the tomahawk instead.

Blossoms blooming...

...heads all empty and I don't care.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Carnival.

Why is it I don't trust rides built in an hour in the Kiwanis parking lot?

Monday, May 11, 2009

Friday, May 8, 2009

Only in New England?


















Maine, to be exact.

A farm.


















Where we get our local produce: blueberries, apples, pumpkins, strawberries, etc., etc.

Home.














Notice the gnome in the window?

Cemetery.

the hood.

Ooh ooh ooh lookin' out my front door.

Suburban graffiti.

Under an overpass.

The burbs.












Desolated suburbia.

Sunrise.

The benefits of working at 4am.

My skies.

This is my little piece of Earth.

Welcome.