A Picture Paints a Thousand Words

One early morning, way too early for normal people to be awake, the Painter took our camera. There was no one to stop him, we were all sleeping. He decided to try his hand as, “Mr. Freelance Photographer.” We were at the cabin and he found a pasture/junk yard. So now we have an entire folder on the pc filled with his junkyard “art”. The funny thing is; I kinda like it.
For a writer, these photos are great fodder. For example:

“Honey! Where is the spare mattress?”

“I think it’s leaning against the station wagon.”

“What are you talking about? I thought it was in the garage.”

“No, when the chimney blew off the roof last month after the furnace ignited your pantyhose hanging on a line between it and the copper pipes above the washing machine and the flaming ashes fell into a can of lacquer thinner which threw flames and caused that explosion in the furnace, I used the mattress to extinguish the fire and it burned up, leaving only the bedspring which I put out by the station wagon so I can drive all that stuff to the dump tomorrow.”

“Oh.”