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Last week we examined, photographically, some of my reasons why Florida in my neck of the woods is so durn unlovable. And I didn't even get around to the summer heat.   
 
Here are more examples of Florida in my backyard.   



I suspect it helps to be stoned in this state.



A pasture that looks oddly like one in Northlandia is right next to 10 lane Rt. 19 - Death Alley.



Life, even weedy life, clings to whatever purchase it can.   Imagine the very little soil in this open gate piece of steel, then imagine a seedling that came from somewhere and its subsequent germination and life.  



An empty box of condoms I guess is no great thing lying along the sidewalk in the city.  I took a picture of this one since I had passed one previously a block or two back.   A classic example of "Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink."   



The juxtaposition of an adult novelty outlet and barbed wire was simply too good to pass up.  


And besides, Floridians are damn poor parkers.



This picture doesn't do it justice, but invariably at each bus stop the amount of trash and garbage lying on the ground is amazing.  But that doesn't stop the mowing crews who just chop and mulch it it into smaller pieces.  Also, it is amazing that over there just a few steps away is a trash receptacle.  Floridians are pigs.



An example of the above, I saw this the other day on my walk.  I don't know what this means:  can you down  a six-pack before the next bus comes?  





And what's with all the underwear lying around?  I hate feeling like I'm missing out on something, but gee whiz, why is everyone going free-range?   

Having trashed the neighborhood I feel compelled to do my best to find local good things that make living here in bedlam worthwhile.  Look for that post in the next couple of weeks.

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