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.
About 18 years ago Erika, my daughter-in -Law, was pitching this little ceramic pumpkin she had created in elementary school. They were cleaning out the basement. I said No, no no and took it out of the trash. “You have to save it and give it to your children, show your kids someday.” Well her eldest is 17 at the end of this week.
I found this in the back of my China closet. I can’t wait to give her daughter the little ceramic pumpkin her mom made circa 1984. Hoping it doesn’t end up in the trash again
Happy Sunday Birthday to Erika.❤️
One time I explored various tags of mine on the blog posts over the years.
This evening I went to search “soup rutheh” to see some other images of soup that I’ve posted. And there are a lot. Soup season in upon us. I like to make soup.
But here is what else I found. There were at least eight other websites/blogs using photographs I’ve taken without having asked permission and there’s no photo credit. Over the past decade I have received requests from magazines, textbook authors, CD producers and brochure creators and a television show, asking to use a photograph and I’ve granted permission for them to do so.
It’s something to see an early morning school bus headlights and recognize the scene as one I captured being used on a site to illustrate “The Impact of School Start Times” . One of the sites with my jar of jelly beans photographed in my former Photo Class is on a website that is No Longer Found but still, how can they just take it and use it without even asking? Another site of What Do They Eat? has all of my minestrone ingredients with my Spode dish on my kitchen table. I get the idea of the Pinterest pins in different categories and somehow the internet knows they are my photos even though they are showing up on other’s sites and posts because there they are coming up in my search. I know my grandson saw their family dog on someone else’s website about Airedales. Taken from the blog.
I guess one puts a photograph out there into the world and others think it is just fine to snare it and use it.
For all the people who give photo credit and request permission, thank you. It means a lot.
Here are a few of the photos that come up when I searched “soup rutheh” and were found on other sites
We’re Talking Trash Now Why trash comes up with a “soup” search is beyond me.
Pot of English Breakfast Tea On this one they did include my name
Oh well, you get the idea. There were a few others.
Recliners in the rain. Spotted on Ella Street in Bloomfield. You know these discards catch my eye.
Too bad they couldn’t be salvaged and used by someone else. And then the rain comes and soaks then through.
I got excited when I saw this combination on an adjacent street the other day. Drove around the block to capture this image. Toilets in unexpected places can be a surprise.
First posted almost 8 years ago. Mark is now 42.
The kids all grown up and gone now, I’m still going through stuff in my house. Trying to clean it all out.
These animals with their faces, ugh.
Do you find it easy to throw things out?
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.
Their faces have the loveliest expressions.
Clintonville. On Calumet. In Columbus.
That’s a lot of Cs.
I saw this Christmas Tree and the couch waiting for pick up. Some people put their trees out right after Christmas.
Maybe the trees have up since Thanksgiving and the needles are dropping like crazy.