Garbology

Garbology. It’s an academic course of study.

I’m thinking about trash.

Loyal reader Stef doesn’t get my fascination with photographing trash.  I don’t totally understand the attraction to it  myself. But I am thinking about it.  Our family will be dragging out quite a bit of garbage after the holiday.

Litter.  Dumpsters.  Abandoned couches on front lawns, receptacles overflowing onto the sidewalk. We humans create a lot of waste. And the garbage collectors come every week, to my amazement.  I think it’s a hard job.

You can get a degree in garbology and analysis waste (something  like an anthropologist)   a way study cultures- current or ancient.  Anyone collect those Garbage Pail Kids, the trading cards from the mid 80’s?  I think there are still a few around the house in a box somewhere.

I haven’t been photographing much garbage as of late but here’s the dumpster right at the entrance of Heinz FIeld as people are entering the stadium.  Not difficult to analysis and gather information from this collection.   Wonder if someone is going to recycle all the beverage containers.

 

My mother always said,  “You can tell a lot about someone by their garbage.”    How is your trash?

Heinz field Garbage

 

 

Behind Giant Eagle on Shakespeare Street

I wrote and illustrated a little book for the students called You Need to Read.  It illustrates reasons you’d need to read–sorting baggage tags for the different destinations at the airport, a firefighter finding a street name on the city map, a chef reading a recipe, a patient reading the medicine label, high voltage and thin ice. Love the exclamation point.

The importance of reading signs, what to dump where?
I am sure there was a reason someone wrote this on the dumpster but who read it?