Saturday, 14 March 2009

Confirmed - I Like Trash

The other day, I took a photograph.

On reflection of it, I have come to the conclusion that I am a little odd. Well, I've known that for a while, but was in denial. (And people who know me will wonder why it's taken me this long to realise...)

When out and about, I often seem to find things that amuse me. These could be odd objects left behind or abandoned, silly graffiti that just makes me laugh, or just something bizarre and random. I like to photograph them.

I was out walking and spotted this discarded shopping soon as I saw it, I realised there was something about it that really tickled me. I wasn't exactly sure why, but I just knew it did. So I had to photograph it, even just on my camera phone, to preserve it's quirkiness before it disappeared off into the wind, or disintegrated by rain and other elements, never to be seen by human eyes again. The idea of that almost upsets me.

Which is why I realise I am rather odd. What is it about an unwanted shopping list anyway; a piece of rubbish, abandoned, completely obsolete in its purpose, that makes me so intrigued?
Someone once took the time out to write it, either in a hurry or with great thought. It was then tossed aside, or accidentally lost. You can see someone's handwriting. It is said you can tell a lot about someone from their handwriting. Who were they? What were they doing? Was it someone old? Young? Married? Divorced? Rich? Poor? Already a sea of suggestions and branches of interest begin to form. This is what fascinates me so much. The eccentric writing that makes comedy (well, to me) alternative words (Lard peas?), the question mark (questioning the existence of bread? I like to go for the rational explanation after all).

And I guess that is it. Irrelevant rubbish or garbage to other people, just isn't trash to me. They're intrinsically fascinating, because objects and items have stories. They're inanimate items, but they've nearly always got a human story connected to them. The idea of these stories being lost fills me with sadness, which is why I love photography's ability to capture and preserve such delights. And they are delights. You just need to think outside the box. Or the shopping list.


Berquist said...

I thought this was a rather lovely post. It reminds me of a line that I read in a book of poems: 'Many of the things I love are broken.' (Something like that.)

(I must confess I came here since I saw that you were listed as a follower of my blog, and I didn't know I had any!)

What the frak?! said...
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What the frak?! said...

Damn typos ... Anyway, what I was saying is I've actually thought about all the weird connections lurking behind random inanimate objects as well. It would be an interesting writing exercise to find a piece of trash on the street and then jot a little short story about all the human connections to that object. Matter of fact, I just might go do that. Thanks for the idea!

TrefforestGump said...

That's EXACTLY what I am on about, the idea that a random inanimate object can spark off a load of possibilities. It excites me. (But then I am a little sad!)

I know the poem you mean Berquist! I just wish I could actually remember the poem itself.... ;-)

Juliette Llewellyn said...

helloo, i love this! Lard peas !!! imagine ugghhh!! Think i am a fellow random rubbish photo capturer... if you take a look at my xmas photos on my blog you'll see a 'jesus' leaflet i saw on the streets, just like the bright colours. Does bread exist? lol ju XXX