*Gets dragged kicking and screaming away from another Motts gallery*
I DON' WANNA GOOO!
Really though, this is OUTSTANDING! I swear this shot makes me think of having to clock in at 8:00 am on the dot...don't be late and keep your lunch pail close by because the rats will get it...
I am loving these pictures! I could literally lose a day here but today (the 27th of June) is B.'s 9th birthday so I want to spend it with him. :) Thanks again Mr. Motts for a great way to start my day! :)
Dang it Mr. Motts! I just woke up and now you gone and made me think! :D :D
I wonder what it smelled like in here. We have that abandoned apartment house next to us and it smells...musty and mildewy from just sitting without anyone caring for it so I wonder if this place (with much more water damage than the building aforementioned) also has the pervasive smell of mildew and age.
The first thing that came to my mind was: ew...then I noticed the wood and the gritty-ness of the floor like Lady said and I decided I really like this picture too. :)
Watch your step--zombies may be lurking under all that debris! :D
What is that object lying in the foreground? Looks like a light (SOAP DISPENSER!!!!!!!!) of some sort.
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
Shakespeare-"As You Like It"
(Yes, I did copy and paste lol)
The back wall actually almost looks like it is trees or shrubbery if you look at it fast...giving the illusion that nature is right up there on stage. UGH this makes me want to go clean something now lol.
I agree with Vince too. My first thought was actually of a den or a work-room for a lawyer or a CPA. That woodwork is absolutely stunning! I would love to know also what was in those boxes lol. :)
Again...ewwwww autoguy! I would HATE to see your living arrangements if this is your kitchen and the other one looked like your bathroom floor! Do you live in an alley?
I DON' WANNA GOOO!
Really though, this is OUTSTANDING! I swear this shot makes me think of having to clock in at 8:00 am on the dot...don't be late and keep your lunch pail close by because the rats will get it...
I am loving these pictures! I could literally lose a day here but today (the 27th of June) is B.'s 9th birthday so I want to spend it with him. :) Thanks again Mr. Motts for a great way to start my day! :)