When I asked my daughter what she thought of this photo she said, “It’s yelling at me.” I think so, too. Like a cranky old man: “Hey you kids, get off of my lawn!” Maybe it’s the door that needs paint. Or the quality of the junk inside. Or maybe that it has to face the street instead of the rolling hills out back. Whatever it is, I love the expression, and the toy horse loitering around the side, too.