Every time I take the Buckeye bus up Poland Avenue, I always think “art supplies” when we roll past the hills of rusted savage. Here’s another view.
It always makes me smile. I weld like a drunken sailor on dry land, so no worry of me raiding the junk yard. I do like to make assemblages out of found objects, but on a much smaller scale.
I’m in rare form, bit happy these days tho I have moments when things go down that worry me. Oh, just kids… par for the course to worry about them even when they are grown.
One of the decisions made in my moments of clarity is a bump that, why should I let some strangers in another part of the world discourage me from blogging on my own blog? I have documentation of my use of “barnbees” on this internet dating back to 2009 so who cares if some rock-a-billy blues band changed their name to “barnbees” in 2012… if they don’t like me blogging as barnbees, they can buy me out, cut a deal and throw cash my way. Otherwise, OH WELL.
I did change my email addy, or rather just started a new one as I still cannot remember my password to access my “barnbees” email addy. It will pop into my head someday. But this blog AND my facebook shall remain barnbees. Yes, OH WELL.
Here’s one more shot of the junk yard.
The sky is pretty, funny how the fence aligns with the horizon. I shall miss riding the back roads into Youngstown when I move out of the burbs.
Should I tell you where I’m going? Or just wait and snap a view out the window?