Trashed in suburbia

trashcollageTurning the trash I pass by the curb on Garbage Day into some form of art is the only way I can keep my sanity when I ride my bike out here. This is an ongoing photo essay (started last summer) — at least until I go completely urban (or insane) or join the Peace Corps, whichever comes first. (See Mr. Shawn and the Lawnmower and Hallowed Chair.)