Thursday, August 5, 2010

Ashes, Ashes

When the keeper showed me this photo I asked her if it was something from the Seattle Opera.
But she told me that it was from a house down the road that belonged to the man who used to do our yard.  He is not going to be able to work in the yard for a while because he is locked up for blowing up his house to avoid foreclosure.  It is a ghostly sight--with the skeletons of the dining room tables and chairs as a centerpiece set off with yellow police tape.

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