Frivolity in a Wooded Wonderland

A few more photos from high school exploring the themes of frivolity, a fresh look at things that seem routine, and looking at the ordinary through a lens that makes life more enchanting, more fun, and perhaps more interesting. 

Also, the name "the love tunnel" for the drainage tunnel below is not mine but is the local name for it.  One end of it is on our property, and as small children my brother and I would play in it, jumping back and forth over the stream that runs through it and trying to suspend ourselves spiderlike against the walls as we scurried from one end to the other (and occasionally, when feeling very brave, we'd briefly emerge out the other end of the tunnel, on the foreign land of someone else's property.  Clearly other local children weren't quite so respectful of the boundaries of property lines, but hey, at least it's called the love tunnel and not the hate tunnel.).  Most of the graffiti in it is about so-and-so loving so-and-so -- though not always written by either of the so-and-sos.

All three pictures below are actually on my family's property -- because our property viewed through Jessica-tinted glasses is clearly some sort of wooded wonderland.  With soda cans as characters.  Of course.

 Forest Fashions

Garbage In The Love Tunnel

The Ugly Squirtling