Bin There, Done That

It had been awhile since I couldn't line up my schedule with the recycling pick-up schedule, so the other day, I dutifully loaded up the car with the paper trash and headed out to deal with it. After dropping some magazines into the glossy magazine bin, I noticed how interesting it was to look through the opposite slot of the mostly empty container....apparently it doesn't take much to catch my interest...it's a slow lifestyle here. Hanging with the scene for a moment revealed a little world of it's own... It had been awhile since I could line up my schedule with the recycling pick-up schedule, so the other day, I dutifully loaded up the car with the paper trash and headed out to deal with it. After dropping some magazines into the glossy magazine bin, I noticed how interesting it was to look through the opposite slot of the mostly empty container....apparently it doesn't take much to catch my interest...it's a slow lifestyle here. It was really neat in there....a little world of it's own. The ever trusty G9 camera and I spent some time capturing the feeling of the reflected sunlight and atmosphere created within the rusting structure.



It felt to me like I had stumbled upon an artist's installation. A simple joke almost...placing this piece of artwork into an environment of it's own kind...amidst recycling bins for "mixed paper," "brown glass," etc.

OR: Maybe I can claim these photos as being the visual documentation of it being my own installation.


I hearby elevate into its new status as an ART INSTALLATION, this common dumpster, located at the Recycling Center, behind University Mall, Chapel Hill, NC. Entitled "Glossy Magazines," it was conceived and documented on April 8, about 1pm.

So be it.

More from the previous post

Last night the photo file upload gizmo was messed up and only the last photo would stay on the server....it was late, so I gave up trying to redo it again, hoping "this time it might work." Naaa, it didn't.

Today it's working, and since paying with some of my life source to those damn ticks while making images, the least I could do for my own piece of mind is post a few more from that day. Also, the chicken wings Kenny made were incredible. The pork loin was amazing, as I mentioned, but far less photogenic...

When following after photos might not be worth it.

A couple of weeks ago when my friend Kenny decided to have a bar-b-que at his new digs I noticed the back yard was a treasure trove of stuff his housemate relegated to being strewn helter- skelter. While an amazingly good smelling pork loin was cooking on the charcoal grill, I headed down off the deck to make images among the plethora of textures, colors and shapes laying about on the ground. What I didn't know until the next day was that there were also ticks out there in the yard....and I am a magnet for them....omg.

A few days later, after plucking these nasty things off my legs, and feet, still itching like hell, I went off for a scheduled trip in NYC. Not more than a day later of walking around there, my right foot was swelling up and one of the places where I'd removed a tick began to look like something biblical...along the lines of the plague of boils. I finally gave in and spent Saturday night waiting to see an attending doctor in a Manhattan ER. Not fun.

North Carolina has more ticks than I'm willing to deal with to go off shooting in or near the woods here again, at least until I get whatever that evil smelling stuff is that wards off pestilence.