Rubble, weeds, and drugs: nice neighborhood!

This is builders' rubble, but a few growing sprigs and some low sunlight makes a fetching tableau.

These are my neighbor's magnificent weeds. We live in a very tolerant community, given that there is a religious hegemony and many people assume church membership unless explicitly disabused of the notion. There have been no complaints about us howling at the moon, dancing without panties under the garden sprinklers at sunset, openly consuming alcohol, feeding the local feral cat population, and not attending the block Hallowe'en party to gorge on the body parts of dead animals. However, publicly shaming a neighbor who has been unable to attend to his weeds because of family sickness & bereavement may be pushing the envelope too far. When caught in the act of taking this picture, I did try to defend my position by 'fessing that our own weeds were much worse—demonstrably true—but I don't think I will get much mileage out of using our feckless behavior as a yardstick.

I was told this was datura, aka angels' trumpet, aka witches' weed, aka moonflowers. Take your pick. Literally take your pick if scopolamine is your recreational drug of choice—get high for all I care, although knowing the side effects may include renal or biliary spasms should be enough to deter potential first time users. It is a roadside plant hereabouts; this one was growing on a patch of neighborhood communal landscaping.

Adult entertainment performer & executive Gloria Leonard has been credited with the observation:
"The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting."

 

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