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Was enjoying a coffee by the beach this morning and this industrious juvenile gull was working over the garbage can beside me. Just had to shoot him, and didn't even have to get out of the car. Can't pick a favourite so here are a few shots.
Colwood, B.C.
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Shirley knows how to keep the audience engaged!
Shirley sabe mantener captada la atención de los fanáticos.
Montebello, CA
Spotted this neat truck next to AM Disposal! Very cool how it has 3 forks on it! Not sure what company this is.
These guys pick up cans that need repair or the service has been stopped or started.. Happy Truck Thursday, Everybody!!!!!
On a rare snowy night, I took my camera and wandered around my town. I didn't aim for a garbage bag from the beginning.
珍しく雪が降った夜、カメラを持って町内をうろついてみました。最初からゴミ袋を狙ったわけではないんですけどね。
Ahi serva Italia, di dolore ostello,
nave sanza nocchiere in gran tempesta,
non donna di province, ma bordello!
Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, C.VI, vv.76-78
"Ah! servile Italy, grief's hostelry!
A ship without a pilot in great tempest!
No Lady thou of Provinces, but brothel! "
Garbage Truck picks up dumpsters of non-recyclable trash in West LA alley, In 2008 Los Angeles launched SWIRP (Solid Waste Integrated Resources Plan) which will include pick up of recyclable refuse from multi-family units, California, USA
There is a certain beauty to a garbage can. Who cares to stop and look at a garbage can and find beauty in it? Your's truly. I think it is because I saw so much ugliness, sewer in street even, so I get to appreciate proper sanitation and the accessibility. Alas, I come from the Middle East, where people plant bombs left and right and center. Every garbage can is a potential hazard in my subcouncious. A person is a product of his/her childhood's landscape. Such a true statement. I miss you guys. Yes, I am still drawing "Nitrogen (78%), Oxygen (21%), Argon (1%), Carbon-di-oxide (0.03%) and water vapour... also has some other gases but they are in very minute percentage." I wonder what the other gasses are, maybe it depends on where I am standing.
I realized that you are my support group, that writing is my therapy. Thanks for whoever checked on me. Sorry for not responding back. I've been and still under, but I am once again trying to resurface. I couldn't really write, I barely opened my laptop. Yeah, dark times indeed. It is getting worse, I can assure you that: "Hey Joe, pour some more Kerosene on the fire." lol. Such is my life, at any corner. There is a rumour circulating in the community, that I am cursed. lol. Might be. Someone put a hex against me. Wow. enemies. I must be doing something right. lol. You see? I do amuse myself when I write. But I love the allegory of drowning. Water. Tears. Which reminds me - from the Saturday Night Live, written by Jack Handey: "If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
I'll see you 'round the bend
