A trash container

When I was a small boy, litter was put on the street in neat, grey plastic bags once a week, where the garbage truck picked it up the next morning. Between now and then someone must have decided this to be a sign of evil, because the little weekly hordes of bags are nowhere to be seen anymore. In stead each street has gotten invaded with an array of trash containers. The ones in my town are made of pebble inlaid concrete, with corrugated metal doors and heavy metal lids.

The great thing for me is that I can put my litter in them at any time I put my mind to it. Which is still weekly. The garbage man’s back ought to be happy as well. The only thing he has to do is roll out the trolley that hides in the container and have the garbage truck empty it.

‘Round new years eve they are also great for making bonfires in. The containers can take the abuse any day as they are built like tanks. Just have a look at one of those humongous hinges that make the iron door swing.

Anyway, I’m grateful someone decided to paint the doors and hinges in blasting primal colors, because it looks great on photos taken on sunny days.


About Gooi Weg

Always travels with something on his head, and a camera in his pocket. Successful loser.
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