A few days ago Green and I were walking with Burton and discovered a couple of old glass bottles in the dirt. I was pretty stoked seeing as though Ry and I have been cutting up quite a few bottles lately So I picked them up and started back home. A few days later we were out for another walk when I discovered an entire mound of castoffs from another time- sweet vintage glass bottles!!! And some rusty old cars, creepy doll pieces and a moss covered shoe. What a find!!! So I hiked back home and got Ry (and a bucket) to gather up some of the glass.
Here is Green riding happily in the ergo
Our archaeological find
Papas sculpture- a baby doll head very artfully stuck onto the top of a bottle... so creepy I haven't been able to sleep since
So while it was defiantly cool to stumble upon all of this cool junk in the woods, it is defiantly a a reminder just where 'away' is when we throw something away- it's on the ground. Or in the ground. Most of the stuff looks like it was from the 50s or 60s (maybe even earlier?), and although I am sure some decomposition has taken place, it is defiantly a reminder of how long things take to break down, if ever. I think as a society we are defiantly more mindful in terms of reusing and recycling materials, and fixing our possessions rather than tossing them and buying new things.
I really wish Hatch Hill dump in Augusta would start recycling mixed paper (cereal box type cardboard) as I can't bring myself to throw it out! Until I can find time to bring them to Farmington, our garage is becoming full of broken down boxes. I've started to try and figure out a way to make my own packing boxes for my Etsy sales, so I can use some of them. Maybe if more people start calling and asking when they planning on taking it/why don't they things might change faster?