Life Without Taffy

I find stuff. Rather, I look for stuff. Discarded items. Lost things. Lists. Photos. Drawings. I try to get into the head of the person who created them and then lost or threw them out. I’ve been doing this most my life, but I’ve been going out on finding treks for about a year or so.

Most of the crap I find is on the walk to work. I walk along a fairly busy road so’s a bunch of things end up chucked out of someone’s window and end up near the sidewalk. Mostly garbage, receipts and the like. Sometimes I find good stuff as well. (See here to see a bunch of junk I’ve found).

About halfway to work there’s a construction site. It’s where I found this car and its contents. One Sunday I got off work early in the afternoon and I walked by the site as no one was working there.

Behind and next to the construction site was a dumping ground for this brick company. There was a warehouse back there that was torn down soon after construction began (see some pictures in the warehouse here). There were piles and piles of bagged leaves and yard clippings, debris and such. This Sunday there was more.

Some photos of the new piles (which were hauled off the very next day):

As you can see there’s a couple greeting cards and a packet of photos in that last picture. Over the next couple of days I’ll be posting a few of my favorite things I fished out of the pile of crap. If I had known the pile was getting hauled away the next day I would’ve spent some more time rummaging through it. I found some good stuff. Stay tuned.

It would appear that the construction workers in the lot where this is located are having a little fun. Check out this post to see what this car looked like a week or three earlier.

Somebody out there is having a bitch of a time carrying their briefcase.

So there’s this lot where a building once stood. (See debris and such here) In the corner of the lot by the road there’s a wrecked automobile. Not entirely sure why it’s there.

Being a nosy bastard, I had to do some snooping. The glovebox was full of smelly water. I looked and saw the trunk was open. I pushed it up and several wasps flew at me. Jerks. I didn’t get stung at all, but it spooked me a little bit. I slowly raised the trunk up again and saw this polaroid sitting in there:

(The eyes weren’t like that. I’m protecting his identity or something.)