day 319: hell is suburbia
I think by now you might have noticed that I really dislike suburbia. It’s boring photographic no man’s land, it’s loud because of the lawnmowers, the annoying neighbours and all those people hanging out in their neatly trimmed gardens. I prefer wild gardens with higher grass and weeds to the neatly trimmed, perfectly decorated gardens any day. It’s a matter of taste I guess, but I just can’t see the point in cutting grass so short that it’s spiky when you walk on it barefoot!
The picture shows the front garden of the house where my dad lives. It’s not his garden, but the garden of the landlord. The sheep are really a perfect depiction of suburban tastes.