Piles of debris
Someones history
A funeral pyre
Author: Dancing Echoes
I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.
September 26, 2020 at 9:22 am
This reminds me of the huge piles of rubbish I see behind a local grocery store about once per week. Ridiculous.
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September 26, 2020 at 9:56 am
This is from folks that had their home completely flooded.
We used to have similar issues with groceries and restaurants because of “health laws” but the town changed the rules so that soup kitchens could take advantage of leftovers and older food. Nothing dangerous health wise, just not prime.
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September 27, 2020 at 4:32 am
A good Haiku. I’m pleased you explained this was not flytipping
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September 27, 2020 at 7:17 am
Tragedy brings thankfulness to the forefront. 🙏🏻🍂
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September 27, 2020 at 10:27 am
Thank you Derrick. No, these poor folks just had to gut their house due to a record flood.
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September 29, 2020 at 3:21 am
Slice of life stuff
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