Neighborhood Clean-up

 

 Below are photos of our recent Neighborhood Clean-up.

It didn't take long until we heard the packer truck and the volunteers who were picking up the trash.  It made it hard for drivers who chose to be out early on that Saturday morning.  There was often a line behind the packer truck.

You can see several of my neighbors were also taking advantage of being able to get rid of items that would not normally go to the landfill.  You can see the remains of the recent rain.

These are the volunteers who picked up the trash on my block and the packer driver who is wearing the yellow shirt.

 

One of the volunteers

 

 

came ahead to look through my trash.

She certainly found lots at my house.  You can see I photo bombed my photo. 

Yes, I wear very, very  loose gowns.  The lady was opening the boxes I had carefully packed with old brochures I had saved for my 7 Continents altered book.  I guess they are afraid I might have included something that wasn't allowed.

More volunteers are starting to show up.  They are trying to decide if this bumper that belonged to my neighbor is metal or plastic.  No metal was allowed accepted in the packer truck.  There was a man who came by for metal scrap.

They soon agreed it was plastic.

Those boxes were heavy.  I felt sorry for the lady because I could barely lift them.

Thankfully, one of the men picked up one of the heavy boxes.  You can see one of the boxes is still open.

The remains of my new TV are now gone.  My next door neighbor, whose bumper and mattress were added to my "trash," was told he wasn't needed because they had plenty of volunteers.  Other volunteers picked up items from the side street.

Even more volunteers caught up with more items not from my yard.

There was more trash coming.

Of course, they had to wait because it was time for the packer to crush what they had collected.  Two guys had driven the side street and picked up more trash.

They brought items to the packer truck.

Wish I had seen that cubby item the volunteer on the far left of the photo was carrying.  I would have grabbed it for my own use.  Instead, I had my head in the lens of my camera.

And just like that, the volunteers moved to the next area.

This was our annual clean-up.  Thanks for dropping by so I was able to share my photos of the clean-up.  I appreciate your comments.  They make me believe I'm not talking to myself.