I arrived to the creek before getting to the farm a good forty-five minutes before sunset. I picked up trash around the creek, but I was disappointed I wasn't able to get it all. Standing on a steep hill above the creek, I couldn't reach too far down the creek to get plastic bags clinging onto branches from nearby trees. Trash, under branches from fallen trees and beneath bushes, were too far into the woody jungle to be able to reach it all.
The place's trash told me a story about this little farm and creek; the trash consisted of: fast food paper bags, cups and condiments (also from fast food joints), coffee travel cups (Starbucks mostly), beer bottles, beer and soda cans, plastic bottles, old used up spray paint cans, and broken glass bottles. I found countless cigarette boxes and cigarette butts thrown into the dirt, I imagined the people who would get away from home by saying "I'll be back, I'm going for a walk..." and have a smoke while at it. The underage drinkers who would throw out the evidence before getting home to rid themselves from trouble. Fast food living by their fast food oath of being quick and tossed away then forgotten. Spray paint cans used up and tossed after a long night of street art, and shattered glass, dangerous for the animals to accidentally step on.
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| Field Notes 10/13 |
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| Field Notes 10/15-- Trash inside the creek. |
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| Field Notes 10/15-- Trash inside the creek. |
While I continued to pick up forgotten pleasures, the sun bent through the spotting clouds of the fall evening. Cold, windy and colorful the sky shot up colors of bliss like a firework show. Pastel pink orange, and blues filled the sky followed by the light gray of clouds.
I felt as if the world was thanking me for such a small drop in its vast and beautiful ocean.
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| Sunset on 10/15 Field Notes |
I think you have an amazing blog. It was very kind of you to take your time and try to clean up a little piece of this world. A little goes a long way. I really like how you connected what you found the most to the people who you think did it. You also have great photos.
ReplyDeleteThis is my first time ever looking at your blog and I love the way you describe nature. I was surprised that you would take time away from your day to clean up the creek and side of the road. I love how in your last sentence you felt as if the world was thanking you "for such a small drop in its vast and beautiful ocean".
ReplyDeleteThe end of this blog is unexpected and beautiful. The sentence about the sun bending through the spotting clouds is lovely. I like the juxtaposition of nature's beauty with the list of trash.
ReplyDeleteagreeing with Farias's comment the end of this blog is just amazing. The picture of the sky is just beautiful, and i also agree with you maybe the world is thanking you with such a beautiful POV of the sky.
ReplyDeleteI admire that you went out to clean around the creek all by yourself when most people wouldn't. I myself have done this before and I've realized that humans are so unfair to our planet. I love how you described the sky and how you thought the world was thanking you "for such a small drop in its vast and beautiful ocean."
ReplyDeleteI really admire your blog, and I respect that you're doing your part. When you began naming miscellaneous items, it reminded me of "A List of Nothing In Particular." I like your ending as well, my favorite part being " I felt as if the world was thanking me..." giving life to the area in which you were helping. Beautiful. Just beautiful. Great blog.
ReplyDeleteI like how broad your topic is for the project. Using nature as your project I think allows you to see the beauty of nature as a whole while also seeing small details within the world. I'm a boy scout and I like how you thought of picking up trash in the creek. Nice blog!
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