Why waste your time with fickle things like plants when you can smother the issue of maintenance with our old friend concrete?
This is the courtyard which features at the centre of our motel (I will not shame our salubrious compound by naming it).
Note the carefully placed ‘garden’ benches (hidden in the back lefthand end of the courtyard); after our trip to the art gallery, I was beginning to wonder if this was someone’s deliberately ironic critique of a space devoid of life and intelligence.
Two evidences of human activity punctuated this courtyard. One was a muddy set of builder’s footprints: a sign of hope, perhaps?
The other was a half-smoked, squished cigarette near one of the benches.
Come to think of it, it’s the perfect place for having the morning ciggie. Perhaps the match was too good, and the smoker got the message and cleared out, leaving the job half-done.
This is the courtyard which features at the centre of our motel (I will not shame our salubrious compound by naming it).
Note the carefully placed ‘garden’ benches (hidden in the back lefthand end of the courtyard); after our trip to the art gallery, I was beginning to wonder if this was someone’s deliberately ironic critique of a space devoid of life and intelligence.
Two evidences of human activity punctuated this courtyard. One was a muddy set of builder’s footprints: a sign of hope, perhaps?
The other was a half-smoked, squished cigarette near one of the benches.
Come to think of it, it’s the perfect place for having the morning ciggie. Perhaps the match was too good, and the smoker got the message and cleared out, leaving the job half-done.
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