Years ago, I bid on an Ebay auction for a vintage sign letter. Above, the photo that accompanied the listing. I didn't win the letter, and sadly, all the letters were won by separate bidders and shipped far and wide. But for one magical afternoon, they sprouted boldly and miraculously from a lawn, overseen by a mysterious gent. The randomness and absurdity of the image; that the letters spell nothing, and the figure turns away from the camera threads a story.
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I think that "simple home" is his shed, and his real home is behind us in the photo.
Forest for the trees...
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