These days it’s dark before my weekday walks are finished. There’s not enough light to chronicle the volume of daily trash in photographs, one bag at a time.
So after this morning’s trek (out the door at 6:31 a.m.) I put all of the week’s bags on the driveway for an atypical ‘group’ photo. Kind of a rogue’s gallery of plastic, a boatload of polystyrene, assorted paper, a Toyota hubcap and other debris from a wreck – in all, just a lot of shit.
I dumped it out to see what a colossal pile might look like.
The whole shootin’ match created a mass – 15 lbs. or so – that was re-bagged minutes later according to litter type: hard plastic in one bag, plastic sheeting in another, etc. All of it prepped for recycling.
Not an unsatisfying way to start a Saturday. Besides, Stephen Stills and The Rides Don’t Want Lies (“I wake up in the shadows of my dreams wondering what it is I seek”) was a good tune to walk to on a chilly morning. I know what I seek, and it’s a cleaner path.