Sun 25 Jul 2010
trash
Posted by liz under Uncategorized
[10] Comments
The woman who took the photograph above does the most fantastic underwater photography–jaw-dropping. Check it out here. I’m really happy that Flickr has the “blog this” feature so you can post other people’s photography with their credits listed. Of course, many talented photographers disable this feature, which is a shame.
Okay, because it’s Sunday and I am filled with the Love of the Lord, here are my:
Top 5 reasons why my neighbors are white trash:
1. They took their Christmas tree out in July
2. They have yardcats*
3. They engage in screaming matches when we are sitting outside, listening to every word
4. The presence of multiple, crappy cars in the front yard
5. There’s a dude living full-time in their backyard in an RV
What worries me: if we’re living next to white trash, what does that make us?
* Yardcats: crusty, disgruntled multiple cats that roam around outside all day (and the cause of 90% of Bear Cub’s frantic barks)

I love her work!
It’s so beautiful. I’d love to paint it someday, someday when I’ve figured out how to paint water. It’s hard!
Sometimes what looks like trash turns out to be treasure.
Oh good God Stacey. SOMETIMES I GET TO BE A SNOB, I HAVEN’T WORKED THAT OUT IN THERAPY YET.
It’s nice to have a comment from you though.
Maybe you live next to Babs and Edie and Crackers and Cotton the filthiest people alive! Or maybe you live near Mortville!
oh lord, I just love the part about them having a guy living in an RV in the yard… that is priceless!
It was RV dude and one of the women who lives in the house who engaged in the screaming match. I think it was over dishes.
They are not, unfortunately, as eccentric as John Waters characters, which is a shame.
that IS a shame because that is exactly what I was picturing…
You’re just looking at your neighbors the wrong way.
You look and you see white trash.
I look and I see cheap homemade meth whenever you want it!
Oh I’ve thought the same thing multiple times about the oversized shed in the backyard, all the cars driving up throughout the day. He says he cooks in there. Waaaait a minute…