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When I was a picker of vintage on a regular i ran across an older black man noticed his house stood out from any others, I decided to stop and ask him why was all the string up around his house The string he told me were to keep birds out of his garden the garden being mostly weeds planted neatly in rows in some areas.. I noticed rows of light bulbs separating path from his weed garden I have always used rocks.. I didnt ask him why.. I asked him if I could take pictures he said yes never telling me others had done stories on him.. he did say he and his wife would sit on the front porch in the evenings together and that she had passed away recently.. I felt sad for him.. when I went back noticed a clock on a pole out side in the front yard turned towards the road?? and going to the front porched I noticed articles pinned to the wall people had done on him.. I thought how cool doesn’t matter what others think, he had a reason and that’s all that mattered to him..Â
Tattooed on my arm To Thine Own Self Be True by Shakespeare Â
by Raymond Guest of Recycled Salvage DesignÂ