March 3, 2012 12:30 p.m. Blue sky, with bright puffs of white cloud. 11 degrees and very blustery wind. Today’s finds were primarily plastic bags of every size and variety. I filled the bag quickly on the first hill because I wanted to drop it to the bin and get on with a good off-leash with Max. It doesn’t take long to fill a bag with trash at this location. This makes me very sad.
I felt discouraged as I passed so much garbage along the way. I wondered if I could possibly make an impact? One person…one bag at a time.
When Max and I were heading home, we came around the edge of some trees and bumped into Frank, who was the witness to our project today. Frank says that this is his special place in the world and that he comes here often to sit and observe the world. The place, he says, is called Frank’s Flats. I smiled and was glad to know that someone likes the place as much as I do. Frank had the day off and so was sitting in the bright sun, sipping on a beer. He took this close-up of Max and I.