ran an errand this morning in a creepy and confusing area. i almost drove down a one-way street (wouldn’t be the first time), but quickly corrected myself when i finally saw the DO NOT ENTER signs (and the cars staring back at me) posted at the entrance of the street. surprisingly, i did not get lost because i know to stay on the main roads and not turn down any side streets, except the one this house was on.
while i waited for the light to change i noticed the color of this house; actually what really caught my attention was the couch sitting inside the gate outside the house. i have an acute fascination with furniture, mattresses, exercise equipment and other bulk items left outside.
last week i saw a toilet bowl on the curb waiting to be picked up by the garbage men and as nasty as that was, i wanted to photograph it. i always wonder what’s its story – not the toilet bowl i know its story is full of…shut yo’ mouth – especially when i see shoes. who loses pairs of shoes at the same time or even one shoe and if it’s just one shoe do they step out of it and keep walking. is it not foot worthy?
i tend to linger and get really imaginative when i see beds, couches and chairs but the only thought that came to mind after looking at this couch was: that’s nasty.