The Dumpsters of Oberlin 35
July 1, 2017
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This entry was posted on July 1, 2017 by Linda Grashoff. It was filed under Built Environment, Dumpsters and Trashcans, Surfaces and was tagged with abstract, dumpster, Oberlin, photography, raccoon tracks, rust.
Romancing Reality 
What I am enjoying so much in this current series of Dumpster images is the wide range of colour tones. The Pastel tones of this are delicate as are those runnels of rust that remind me of icicles or even jellyfish tentacles.
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July 2, 2017 at 3:55 AM
I am astounded by the range of color tones myself, Andy. There is one color that I haven’t been able to do much with. It’s the darkish blue color of the relatively new dumpsters. These dumpsters usually have little rust or other markings. Maybe I should set them as a challenge rather than pass them by.
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July 2, 2017 at 9:59 AM
Yes, like Andy said, the range of colors is amazing, and also the variety of marks left by people. I like these hand prints a lot. May the new dumpsters challenge you to new heights! 😉
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July 2, 2017 at 3:53 PM
Thanks, Lynn. About those hand prints: They are quite small. I’m pretty sure raccoons made them.
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July 2, 2017 at 4:35 PM
Right! We only have gray squirrels in ours. Back in the 80’s I lived within a Zen community. For a while a few of us rented an apartment away from the main building and had to get up and drive over there at 5am for the morning sit. We used one car, parked behind the apartment building, which BTW was located within NYC boundaries. Someone left the window open, and I believe one of us was already halfway inside when a racoon jumped out one morning, in the semi-dark. Startling, when you’re not awake.
Later I lived at the “main house” where the zendo was, and we had a racoon family in a huge tree in the front yard. The teacher’s dog would sit at the base and bark at the treetop. Each afternoon around 5pm they’d wake up, exit the hole, stretch and yawn on a nearby branch, and one by one, come down the tree and disappear. I have photos of my son standing naked on the lawn in the summer, watching them. Another of our many cats carousing behind the kitchen door, a racoon just behind them. 🙂 Good times!
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July 5, 2017 at 12:16 PM
Happy to have shaken loose some good memories, even if the first was startling. Well, the memory wasn’t startling, but the raccoon had to be.
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July 5, 2017 at 12:43 PM