Groovy Tuesday

No, this isn't an ad for Waste Management. On L.B. McLeod just south of John Young Parkway is a fenced-in piece of property where hundreds of fiberglass outhouses stand shoulder-to-shoulder, ready for service. I stopped to take this because it caught my nose before it caught my eye.

The smell is not what you'd think, so get your mind out of the gutter. The smell coming from the area is cloyingly sweet from the treatment they're all given in order to mask the regular odor such structures would emit. A smell that's especially strong on a hot day with the temperatures reaching into the upper 80s and beyond.

The reason you see this top view is because the fencing around the property is cloaked with a mesh covering to make it a little less obvious to passers by. Except when the wind is blowing the right way on a hot day.

Almost right next door to Outhouse Acres sits what's left of a small business. I don't know if it was a store or a small restaurant, but somebody was busy pulling it apart. The fireplace remains confuse me a bit, and makes me wonder if this started life as an old private residence long before L. B. McLeod developed into a business section in west Orlando. I don't know what it's like in other cities, but in Orlando there's lots of small businesses that have crept into former private residences as business sections slowly sprawl further outward.

The back of the building gives strong indication that it was a business before it closed and became the center of major deconstruction.

Technical

E-3 on the top photo, E-1 everywhere else. Base ISO all over.