One Town's Trash . . .
I live in a pretty small town, so I've learned to take fun and amusement where I can find it. Fort Scott, Kansas is a good place to live. It's quiet, with wide brick streets and quaint houses tucked behind ancient trees. A great place to walk and take in the gardens and loveliness of this Civil War landmark. I carry a camera with me when I walk, so I won't miss a moment of beauty or tranquility.
However, twice a year, city government sponsors "townwide clean-up day," which I refer to as "crap amnesty day." No matter what you pile on the curb, the city will make it go away. What comes out from behind the gingerbread trimmed eaves and closed doors is vast and amazing.
I have to confess, I missed photographing some of the best piles this year. Across from my house, they brought in a bucket loader and two dump trucks to deal with one family's contribution. It was like a train wreck. I was too engrossed to get my camera.
However, I was able to capture a few moments in crap-dom. This turned out to be a special year. I am a fan of quirky Internet sites (go figure) and one of the quirkiest is the "World's Ugliest Couch Contest 2010."
A contest celebrating ugly furniture and a town divesting itself of its junk? A match made in Internet heaven. It seemed everywhere I looked, folks were literally kicking sofas to the curb.
My first entry came from the street where I live. I'm proud and pleased to introduce you to Entry #178:
What makes this feral couch and chair combo really special is that it has been on a flatbed trailer in an alley for over a week and it rained every day. Ummmmm . . . the smell of mold in the morning . . .
But wait! Things only got better as I continued to hike the brick-lined streets of my fair city. Some couchs, after being set free by their owners, didn't fare well in the wild. A warm blogger welcome for Entry #179 (golf clap, golf clap):
I'm not sure exactly what happened. In my entry, I blamed a pack of roaming hyenas.
Your vote would be appreciated! As much as I would like to heap more glory on my hometown, (we already have the honor of the Guiness Book of World Records longest row of pennies laid end-to-end), I will understand if you feel the need to enter your own sofa-saurus-rex in the contest. Please let me know if you do, so I can give it the respect it deserves!
But please take a message as you look at these sad photos and spay and neuter your ugly furniture. Do it for the ottomans . . .
Later!
However, twice a year, city government sponsors "townwide clean-up day," which I refer to as "crap amnesty day." No matter what you pile on the curb, the city will make it go away. What comes out from behind the gingerbread trimmed eaves and closed doors is vast and amazing.
I have to confess, I missed photographing some of the best piles this year. Across from my house, they brought in a bucket loader and two dump trucks to deal with one family's contribution. It was like a train wreck. I was too engrossed to get my camera.
However, I was able to capture a few moments in crap-dom. This turned out to be a special year. I am a fan of quirky Internet sites (go figure) and one of the quirkiest is the "World's Ugliest Couch Contest 2010."
A contest celebrating ugly furniture and a town divesting itself of its junk? A match made in Internet heaven. It seemed everywhere I looked, folks were literally kicking sofas to the curb.
My first entry came from the street where I live. I'm proud and pleased to introduce you to Entry #178:
What makes this feral couch and chair combo really special is that it has been on a flatbed trailer in an alley for over a week and it rained every day. Ummmmm . . . the smell of mold in the morning . . .
But wait! Things only got better as I continued to hike the brick-lined streets of my fair city. Some couchs, after being set free by their owners, didn't fare well in the wild. A warm blogger welcome for Entry #179 (golf clap, golf clap):
I'm not sure exactly what happened. In my entry, I blamed a pack of roaming hyenas.
Your vote would be appreciated! As much as I would like to heap more glory on my hometown, (we already have the honor of the Guiness Book of World Records longest row of pennies laid end-to-end), I will understand if you feel the need to enter your own sofa-saurus-rex in the contest. Please let me know if you do, so I can give it the respect it deserves!
But please take a message as you look at these sad photos and spay and neuter your ugly furniture. Do it for the ottomans . . .
Later!
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