Bored one Rainy Day, I Took a Picture.

Upon the sill were a collection of items good and bad, cute and gross, spiritual and profane and so of course I shared its happy disgustingness with the world. Now, I have to admit, it isn't really my windowsill at all. It's my wife's!


Left to right (some things of note): Plastic frog, miniature Mountain Dew can, spool of thread, a little pot of fake grass with hearts jabbed into it, a drying and wrinkled cucumber, pine cone, candle, half of a drying tomato stabbed with a saved sucker to be eaten later, a Gob-Stopper Candy Cane over my first ever piece of jewelry, and way at the end, a mystery blue pill!


Missing is a 35mm film canister that contains some of Mom's ashes that my late father had given us to spread somewhere we thought Mom would have wanted to be. Well, we never spread her anywhere but left her on the window sill until pretty recently. Seems even that's creepier to us than rotting fruit.


Stay tuned for more from others I hope, and feel free to email me more at hawriver04(at)yahoo(dot)com.

Thanks, r brett mothershead