You know I had to drive around, pull over to the curb and lift my phone for the shots.
So fun to turn down a one way street to try to get back to the main drag in Dormont and find this couch by the side of a building. Waiting for me. Rear view mirror check, pull to the curb. No one behind. Even better. Blinkers on. Window rolled down. Click. Like finding the hidden egg in a hunt.
I was picking up a quilt in a Wexford neighborhood and saw this furniture out in front of a house. You remember how I like to photograph what’s left at the curb. I pulled over and tried to get a photo but it was tight so I thought, “I’ll pick up the quilt, then drive back this same way and shoot it on the way home.” But someone scooped the end table before I got back!.
You’ve seen my posts of Recliners in the Rain or Whose Chair? And maybe read my 2017 piece on Guaranteed Distraction of Unexpected Garbage. ￼Remember the Pink Toilet Waiting in the Snow? (From 11 years ago? )
If you’ve followed the blog for a time, you’ll recognize the theme. There have been some fine items waiting for pick up I couldn’t photograph and had to drive on by. This one I captured by actually getting out of the car instead of pulling over and taking it from the driver’s window.
Wednesday night’s trash awaiting pickup was a real find. Perhaps it felt extra sweet cause I haven’t been out and about this past year so no new discards could be found.