When you least expect it you will turn the corner and on the front lawn of someone's house there will be a dead tree trunk. But just not lying on the ground, but lovingly carved into an eagle in flight with a bear underneath. I find the love of craftsmanship and art all over this place.
So naturally, I keep my eyes peeled for these gems.
Wednesday, while driving around I saw what I thought to be a couple of metal or cardboard painted silhouettes of birds. When I actually concentrated as to what it was, in actuality it was just a couple of torn plastic bags caught on a barbed wire fence.
Which made me think of Africa.
Surprisingly, not a stretch of my imagination.
I had been to Africa, years ago. One of the saddest things I had seen was this.
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Anywhoo... while looking for photos of something similar that I had seen, I came across this Boston Globe news article. (Click the title to read the article.)
The plastic bag wars
Light, sturdy, amazingly cheap—and banned. How the humble sack became a victim of its own success.
Always, hated the little buggers anyways.
Oh, and if I may recommend a movie.
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I cry every time.
