Due to Penn Avenue closure, I ended up in a Bloomfield Alley and caught this trash scene with the iPhone as I waited to get out into the main road.
Do you think people get tired of looking at what’s on their wall?
On my classroom keyboard was a nice note,written on composition paper, from the computer man who stopped in yesterday -
back up computer- hard drive must be replaced.
Now one thing I know is that discussing any sort of computer issue is instant snooze z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z
BUT look what I found today as I copied photos to a borrowed external hard drive!
A photo I took last Spring of my on the way to school.
I’m in the oval mirror. Really. And I loved the carport and the seemingly crooked pole.
Thanks for looking and thanks for all the good birthday wishes for Michael’s 8th yesterday.
I got to partake in the festivities via FaceTime along with the other grandparents in Virginia and it was fun.
Found in McMurray PA on my way home from a First Bday party last Saturday evening. I’d pulled off the main road cause I was traveling the wrong direction. Before I went to pull out I was able get the camera off my seat as I sat at a stop sign and catch this chair. Canon 70-200 lens on 5D. I shot at ISO 100 and I wish I had changed it to 4oo.
Earth Day 2012
Shot while walking down Fifth Avenue in NYC with my sister when I was on Spring Break. Waiting for pick-up.
My family always called these vacuum cleaners but in Pennsylvania you “run the sweeper”. These two are in Clintonville (Laura’s Neighborhood) when we walked on Saturday. The sun shone down on them as they stood at attention.
A portfolio of my work would be incomplete with the garbage studies.
The other day a friend said to me that one of the things about the blog that she enjoyed is that you never know what the topic or theme will be for the day. It’s true, I like to change it up. Seems to come in waves sometimes. Lately I have been documenting some discards again after being off the noticing of them for awhile. I think it was the comments about the televisions people had that could complement the outdoor seating of the couch I posted a couple of days ago. Couches and televisions are frequently curbside.
About number six on the list of definitions of the word through - Having finished; at completion
Went to Farm to Table Conference (courtesy of Erin Hart, Thank You! and stay tuned for a post tomorrow highlighting the conference)
I ventured out onto the balcony to shoot the bridges, helicopters landing at Allegheny Hospital and the Allegheny River. At the end of the balcony I found this receptacle filled with items – looked like the people were THROUGH – as in finished- the people who left their cigarettes and soft drinks and beer bottles were definitely THROUGH and they were probably not from the Raw Milk and Organic Fruits and Vegetables crowd.
Not a soul was out there lighting up. But everything seemed in a perfect place in the circle of the trash, an interesting composition.
You know how I enjoy the idea of a garbageologist as a second career. My mother always said, you can tell a lot about people by their garbage.
And when I turned to go back into the Convention Center, I looked through the window and saw these boys and two male figures, looking out through the windows to see the Allegheny River.
And here are fellow bloggers responses to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Through
If you have followed me in the winter you might have seen the pink toilet in the snow. I saw that one on the way to school. This one not quite as dramatic and a different season but the view is directly from the school parking lot and the art room. You know how people’s garbage fascinates me!
Purchased in 1977 in New York City at Creative Playthings. Rubbery farm animals. Nice to clutch and carry around when you’re almost two. I bought them for baby Mark who’s 34 now. Maybe the paint is unsafe for the grandchildren, plus they have a hole in their stomach so whatever dirt and mold in the basement the past 20 years is living inside them. I put them in the contractor bag to drag to the curb and I swear the cow’s eyes looked at me. I took them out. Photographed them.
You get behind a garbage truck on a narrow street. A school bus bears down on your tail, headlights reflected in your rearview mirror. The minutes tick tick tick. You watch the men pitch the bags into the back. Both sides of the street. You should have left home earlier, not stopped for coffee, gone a different route. You make it in time. But you might as well relax and take out your camera and shoot because there is no getting by.
Waiting for pickup. Any idea what year the Television set was made?
The angle of the frozen water layered with the multicolored stones was a good find.
Remember the 8 Track? This box of tapes in the trash caught my eye. Does anyone listen to cassette tapes anymore?