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?
I won the tickets. We parked on the North Side for free and walked to Heinz Field. We didn’t buy anything at the game. Not a hotdog or a foam finger or even a plastic tray of nachos. Nada! A frugal effort to say the least. We slipped and slid to the field on the untreated walks. We got to the game and I had a purse with my camera. NOPE, even if it were empty, it could not enter the stadium.
Had to be see through plastic or a 4.5 x 6″ clutch. YIKES. We walked half way back to the car and Steve put in in the V of a tree in the park. It was to far to walk all the way back. It was leather and I carry my camera in it and couldn’t just pitch it in the giant dumpster provided for such bags. I don’t go to football games and didn’t realize the restrictions on bags. PNC Park never banned my camera/purse.
On to the snow (the very wet snow) and the cold and the damp and the loss. Yep. The loss.
A high scoring, exciting game, though. And disappointing.
We left before we could see the dismal end, the “almost greatest play ever” they said on the radio as we scraped the windshield and warmed up the car. Came home for soup and tea and a hot shower and I was STILL cold! But we had fun as best we could given the circumstances ie. weather.
Thanks random Steelers fan for photographing us! Nice.
Can you see Fort Pitt Bridge arch on the right? The city skyline was totally obliterated by fog and snow when we first arrived. If you stare you can see ghosts of the buildings.
Snow on the drums
Snow on Condiments
TV camera crew in the snow (taken with the iPhone)
Santa on his cell phone.
Discarded Terrible Towel. Sacrilege! (Sorry to post this photo, Myron- RIP)
What the city looked like later
Serious Tailgaters Equipment
More serious tailgaters personal equipment in a pick-up
The tree holding my purse until after the game when we retrieved it.
Pittsburgh Steel Man , Yoda and Bandito let me take their picture
On the way back home, after a weekend with the family, I drove by the night game.
We’re not talking about who won. It’s been a rough season. Not looking so good.
I didn’t post it on the Monday after due to the disappointing outcome for the Steelers. But I like the scene. And it was exciting to hear the roar of the crowd.
Shot with a 50mm lens, ISO 200, f/1.8 and a slow shutter 40- propped on the rolled down driver’s window- without a remote cable release but managed without camera shake. Canon 5D Mark ll
Photographed at the Kenny Chesney concert a few years ago. A friend of Mark’s gave us tickets to go and it was really an all day affair. We took the boat across the Allegheny River to the Stadium. I will admit at the time I did not even know who Kenny Chesney was or any of the songs he sang. I know, I know, hard to believe but true. It was amazing to watch the concert goers stand, sway and sing at the top of their lungs to every song he sang. There were a ton of warm up bands and Kenny arrived when it was getting dark and what an entrance. They knew them all. Every word!
So all this talk of football season and this photo came to mind and I am starting to wonder if I have posted it already cause I like the patient standing formation of the people waiting to get their hotdogs. And the cowboy hats in our city for the evening!
On the way home from McCafferty’s Sunday Pot Roast Dinner and family Christmas card photos I thought, I’ll swing by the field, listen to the crowd roar. Not a car on the streets surrounding the stadium. Time to get home to bed to get ready for the week. And tomorrow night’s screening. Game not going so well as I am scheduling to post. But I like the scene.