Garbage dug up by volunteers on a mission to plant beach plums and other resilient seagrasses.
Here it is, folks. My obligatory garbage post. Surely, there is not a week on this blog that is complete without garbage.
This is garbage that was dumped (illegally, I might add) – on the beach near the intersection of the boardwalk and Beach 44th Street, which is about a mile down from where I live.
Here, you can see pink and white and black plastic somethings, along with something else that looks kind of like a traffic cone, a vintage TV set, minus the TV, and also a few large chunks of what used to be the boardwalk, before Sandy came in and ripped it up.
So next time you’re in my hood, please, please take your trash with you. The ghost of garbage past might just haunt you if you don’t.
This is so relatable. Every night I would see furniture stacked outside my door, most of which are illegal to dispose on the streets. Fortunately I’m not a business owner. I live above a restaurant that would often get fined for the trash that doesn’t belong to them.