The dirty deritus of winter

Today I am again focusing on the petty disgust and disappointment I encounter in my daily life.

Despite the near total lack of winter we experienced this year, we still are left with various piles of brown dirt/sand/ice/debris scattered around.  I was soothed during this encounter with the winter sludge by the presence (in the background of the picture) of the two-room cottage in which Herbert Hoover was born, and the faithful companionship of Surya.

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One Comment on “The dirty deritus of winter”

  1. mb says:

    Not to mention all that junk will get washed into Hoover Creek during the next rain storm… yuck!


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