This is the view out the window of my bedroom, when I was growing up. The car is my old 66 fairlaine, inherited from my Dad. The big pipe is part of our water-well. We were far enough out in the sticks that there was no city water for us.
Sort of desolate, huh? It wasn't quite as bland as this distressed polaroid implies, but it was pretty, uh, dull.
I was having fun with the depth of field on an old trash polaroid. Even the screen of the window was in focus. I guess you could say I was easily amused as a child.
The bushes at the bottom right were actually beautiful roses, but I had this big urge to make things ugly. The well wasn't automatic, there was a big switch to turn it on at the base of the power-pole. I used to love to play with it when my parents weren't home. The sound of the water splashing in the pipe, and the massive electric motor at the surface were great fun. Yup, easily amused, I tell you.
